"He said some things," Skellig is Intentionally Vague as his eyes narrow at the waves that break beyond the reef that protects this cove. "And then spit upon me. It caused..."
Not even realizing just how HARD he is scrubbing, he is working at his neck, skin turning a bit red and raw from the mix of the salt, sand, and soap.
"I remembered, from Before. I was hungry, begging. A higher man than I came to walk past, I thought perhaps I would collect enough to eat. Instead he spit upon me. Called upon me to work, called me a freak. I hurt, I was just hungry."
He can feel the rage building in his energy again, but woven throughout the strands are others - shame, regret, depression, so many other emotions he has not had to consider since he arrived in the desert. "It hurts."
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Not even realizing just how HARD he is scrubbing, he is working at his neck, skin turning a bit red and raw from the mix of the salt, sand, and soap.
"I remembered, from Before. I was hungry, begging. A higher man than I came to walk past, I thought perhaps I would collect enough to eat. Instead he spit upon me. Called upon me to work, called me a freak. I hurt, I was just hungry."
He can feel the rage building in his energy again, but woven throughout the strands are others - shame, regret, depression, so many other emotions he has not had to consider since he arrived in the desert. "It hurts."