The city's vitality is what Yrael loves most, from the divine heights of its music and culture to its seamy underbelly, patchwork past and checkered present. It is a city ever on a knife's edge, squeezed between Lake Pontchartrain and the mighty Mississippi, with the depths of the mercurial Gulf a scant few miles away. The city's fierce living soul, awash with sound and color and smells, has death as a constant companion. The ever-present threat of it, the people's defiance of it, and their simultaneous respect for it are woven into the fabric of the city in a way that Yrael has not encountered elsewhere. It almost reminds him of the Old Kingdom.
Almost. In the Old Kingdom, the people would not be so foolish as to bury their dead.
"I forget what festival this afternoon's parade is for," he admits, cheerfully, as he leads them from the alley and into the busier street. "There are too many of them to keep up with, really. But it should begin shortly."
Their arrival from Milliways seems not to have gathered any notice from the street or the roofs, but one of the street musicians down the block notices Yrael while packing up his trombone in preparation for the parade. He pauses for a moment and raises a hand in a slight wave. Just a quiet greeting, an acknowledgement given with a wary smile. Yrael returns the wave with far more ease.
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Date: 2016-06-20 09:54 pm (UTC)From:Almost. In the Old Kingdom, the people would not be so foolish as to bury their dead.
"I forget what festival this afternoon's parade is for," he admits, cheerfully, as he leads them from the alley and into the busier street. "There are too many of them to keep up with, really. But it should begin shortly."
Their arrival from Milliways seems not to have gathered any notice from the street or the roofs, but one of the street musicians down the block notices Yrael while packing up his trombone in preparation for the parade. He pauses for a moment and raises a hand in a slight wave. Just a quiet greeting, an acknowledgement given with a wary smile. Yrael returns the wave with far more ease.