[Well that definitely sounds like blasphemy. He tries not to make a face. He really, truly tries.
Mercifully, she latches on to something else. He eases. Even considering this topic isn't the happiest for him at times. He smiles anyway.]
No one bides by the mothergrub. [He says it with a laugh, as thought it is obvious.] None but the jadeblooded, so rare as they mother fuckin be.
[He is still uncertain as to what a parent is, but he continues, this time hands folded together] By the blood of the mother, all are family. By blood of the indigo, we see this true.
But, [He continues, eyes open and bright again..] a direct connection is an ancestor. One must be most blessed by the Mirthful to meet that which most may not. A wriggler hatches only hundreds of sweeps after an ancestor, a thousand even, or more! That is why the Messiahs give us the Lusii. It is one's mother fuckin lusus what looks after a troll, and they in turn are to be looked after. In all mother fuckin shapes do they come! Mine was to be the most noble capricorn!
[And then the awkward part. He breathes deep and keeps the smile on.]
My lusus proved... unfit, with time. Thusly, upon the day I was discovered, I was culled! The culled are to be looked after by those of higher blood. Like the communal business of which you mother fuckin speak. I would have been slated for culling by a seadweller had not my luck been in favor. My ancestor still lives, his Grandness being of the most ancient of persisting trolls.
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Mercifully, she latches on to something else. He eases. Even considering this topic isn't the happiest for him at times. He smiles anyway.]
No one bides by the mothergrub. [He says it with a laugh, as thought it is obvious.] None but the jadeblooded, so rare as they mother fuckin be.
[He is still uncertain as to what a parent is, but he continues, this time hands folded together] By the blood of the mother, all are family. By blood of the indigo, we see this true.
But, [He continues, eyes open and bright again..] a direct connection is an ancestor. One must be most blessed by the Mirthful to meet that which most may not. A wriggler hatches only hundreds of sweeps after an ancestor, a thousand even, or more! That is why the Messiahs give us the Lusii. It is one's mother fuckin lusus what looks after a troll, and they in turn are to be looked after. In all mother fuckin shapes do they come! Mine was to be the most noble capricorn!
[And then the awkward part. He breathes deep and keeps the smile on.]
My lusus proved... unfit, with time. Thusly, upon the day I was discovered, I was culled! The culled are to be looked after by those of higher blood. Like the communal business of which you mother fuckin speak. I would have been slated for culling by a seadweller had not my luck been in favor. My ancestor still lives, his Grandness being of the most ancient of persisting trolls.