One of them had an idea to reinvigorate their spirits: they kidnapped three Ostrons and mutilated their bodies, and then used Blue Kuva to temporarily transfer their consciousness into these mangled corpses to be used as costumes for the night. On one eventful Naberus, three Orokin grew bored of the festival. Considering death beneath them, the Orokin decreed a day to make fun of it by masquerading as the dead. The Orokin's rituals of Continuity and Kuva allowed them to cheat death by transferring their consciousness out from their old, rotten bodies into younger, healthier ones. ![]() And skinless, dripping-handed, chitter-chatter-snap.ĭisfigured Ostron bodies used as costumes according to Grandmother's story Whispery-hisspery on long stalking bones. But when the sun came up, none screamed so loud as the three who found they were trapped in the hideous bodies that they themselves had fashioned. There were many screams that Naberus night. With a little laugh, she went skating away, never to return. She went and opened a little ivory door that she was not supposed to know about, and drew forth a flask that she would have been glassed for even looking at. Such wit!īut in a high room of the tower, the silent girl looked at the faces of the three sleeping Orokin. As you can imagine, there were many screams and laughs. Chitter-chatter-snap, scuttle-buttle, whispery-hisspery. Off they went, down the stairs, out the door, into the city, into the night of banners and masks and wild hilarity. They drank and slept and woke in their three. ![]() The silent girl brought them their blue Kuva, so they could take on these twisted bodies for only a short time before returning to their own. Let us now try them on, and visit our friends! What shrieking there will be! Oh! Our names will live forever in the Court, for such a prank as this! Now. She whispered, split-tongued and hissing, as she went.įine costumes we've made, chortled the three Orokin. She walked spindly-wise on long tiptoes like a spider, and her entrails hung delicately down. The third they pulled thin in hand and foot. Another's limbs they twisted, and wretched his neck, and made a bundle of him, until he scuttled upsy-downsy like a horrid crab, with his sockets all empty and his stretched-out nose snuffling. One, they peeled like a fruit and decked out with glassy splinters, and his naked jaws went chitter-chatter-snap, and it echoed all around. Then the three were very wicked, for what do you think they did? Down into the streets, they went, and they caught three poor Ostrons and bore them back to their gilded halls. Why follow the crowd, mused the third? Are we not the very elite of the elite? Haha! Up, my kissingtons, my luscious loves send for blue Kuva and hot lights I have a sport that will mend all! And in the corridor, behind a curtain, a solitary, silent girl heard them and said nothing. Masks and costumes are for children, grumbled another. ![]() ![]() Naberus no longer holds its magic for me, sighed one. Now on one very special Naberus, three pretty Orokin were bored, as Orokin so often were. They dressed in costumes that recalled the old days. On Naberus, the night of memory, the shining people laughed at death. Such was their contempt that they decreed a special day on which to make fun of it. So what became of death and disease? Oh, they were abundant, but not for the Orokin. If a body wore out, why, they would take a new one as easily as plucking a Maprico. Long ago, in the Orokin days, a golden people lived in spoiled luxury. Would you like to hear a story for Naberus? One that I told my grandchildren when they were small? Very well!
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