!qw2cdBTZAc 09/03/11(Sat)06:07 No.16164097|
You give a bit of a chuckle yourself. "Well, if you don't notice what's missing, then what's the good of a replacement?"
"That's what I kept thinking!" Raik smiles, looking off at one of the plants.
"If you don't mind me asking, how'd you lose your arms? What more, how'd you not jump at any chances to get your arms back after the fact? I know it didn't take me long before I was scrambling for a model." You ask him.
"I appreciate you just asking." He nods slightly over at you. "I've had to explain it quite a lot of times, is all. Gets my throat dry." He shrugs, grinning mischievously. "But, as a side effect, I've gotten good at telling the story."
Raik sighs, relaxing himself as he puts a foot up on his knee. "I've had people stare, but then dance around the fact that I don't have arms for most of my life. I mean, I asked Zal Tromar about that after I'd figured out how to put words together. He just told me I'd been born without them."
You look at him, understanding, but he just laughs. "Actually, I took that at face value. But then when I was about five, I'd heard the shaman talking with my dad- I mean, the Zal, about what had really happened." He lets out a long sigh. "I'm adopted, by the Zal. He found me while I was wandering around near a kobold village that had been razed by the dwarves. They'd come in and killed everyone there, men, women, children, but for some reason, they couldn't bring themselves to smash the eggs." He looks back over at you. "So they waited. And they waited. And when my clan's eggs hatched, they'd tie a knot around the baby's stomach, real tight, with some hemp rope." He scratches his leg. "Now, when you have a child, even one that can walk around, you sometimes see healers tie a bit of string around a wart or something, and over a few days the part dries up, and falls off. They let the wyrmlings walk away, even run away, and go die somewhere where they wouldn't have to see it."