January 29th, 2020
Part I - Meridian, the Manufactory
Standing before the loom, engaged in the mindlessly repetitive process of binding cloth into bolts, my thoughts drift off to the rhythmic chunk ka-chunk of the apparatusâ€¦to a time before my death and â€œrebirth,â€ before there was Swiftsure the Assassinâ€¦and there I am, a young Bahmi child standing before another loom, in another place and time. My father stands behind me, leaning over my shoulder and guiding my inexpert hands as I learn to weave the stubborn strands into a strong and workable fabric. He is a skilled artisan, my father, and I want more than anything to earn his approval. I wonder what he would say, now, if he were here? He would be happy to know I had honored my ancestors by becoming a trained outfitter myself, but what of the rest? I shake my head to clear away the thought, as in my mind I can begin to see the look of worried disapproval on his kind face. I force my attention once more to working the cloth, but soon my thoughts are carried off againâ€¦
I was born Shria Suren Bayaarbatjin, â€˜Yellow Majesty daughter of Bayaarbat,â€™ so called, as my father delighted in telling anyone whoâ€™d listen, because the birth of his only child was marked by the most brilliant sunrise anyone in our village could remember before or since...
Read Full Blog