ask-gquan:
Tomorrow our team will go to the Ra’Narn city. Well, I will not have to go, thank all of the gods. Five of our troupe will go and I will stay to assist the Holy Seer. She is not going to the city; she will stay in contact with the other five, all MindWalkers like herself. Since G’Lan and I are MindBlind, who knows what they have discussed without us during this trip.
The land is blasted and black. Nothing is growing around the city. So large. It glows at night. I find my eyes going back to it, fascinated by a place on my world that makes even my most amazing thoughts seem primitive. Yes, if these were friends then they would bring the Narn great innovations. My father would not trust them. Any one that does not trust fruit that is not in a handmade Dorax reed basket will not trust this place. Is that the voice I hear that tells me that this meeting will be disaster?
My thoughts are broken, like they have many times on this trip, by the booming voice of our Leader, the illustrious G’Lan. I still find it somehow annoying. The man is so pretentious. He is of the Second Circle and he wears his status like a cloak. He is laughing with the rest of the group, completely at ease. I sit here in the shadows and brood. I still do not know why I am along. I am not important, like everyone else here.
I hear his laugh again and know that my face is sour. His supreme confidence this close to the Ra’Narn City seems foolish to me. If they can build all that I see in a few months as he has said, then they know we are here. Maybe the fact that we are still living is a sign that they are not hostile. I wish that my stomachs would agree with this sentiment. I will not sleep tonight.