There are unexpected complications to becoming Revered Speaker. The new septum piercing, for instance, which itches abominably and hurts when he sneezes. The difficulty in finding any actual privacy for longer than an hour. The part where he’s expected to have concubines, which wouldn’t be so bad except that he has no idea what to say to women who are trying so painfully hard to fawn over him. The sycophancy in general, really. Is it too much to ask for honesty from the people around him?
But at the moment, the worst part is that the Revered Speaker is expected to lead sacred dances at certain festivals. And he...well.
“Again,” says his instructor with a sigh as the musicians begin drumming anew.
Obsidian & Blood, Teomitl
There are unexpected complications to becoming Revered Speaker. The new septum piercing, for instance, which itches abominably and hurts when he sneezes. The difficulty in finding any actual privacy for longer than an hour. The part where he’s expected to have concubines, which wouldn’t be so bad except that he has no idea what to say to women who are trying so painfully hard to fawn over him. The sycophancy in general, really. Is it too much to ask for honesty from the people around him?
But at the moment, the worst part is that the Revered Speaker is expected to lead sacred dances at certain festivals. And he...well.
“Again,” says his instructor with a sigh as the musicians begin drumming anew.
He has to learn the steps eventually, right?