IC INBOX: STORYTELLER

[story_teller]

   IC INBOX: THE STORYTELLER

The Storyteller's temple on the central island of Ensō is, unsurprisingly, where your local deity can most often be found. Those seeking to strike up a conversation or pursue the Storyteller for answers are not guaranteed an immediate answer, but they can certainly try. If one waits for long enough after posing a question, their expectation for a response from the deity in question may very well prompt them to happen along...eventually.

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beginning of august

[antepone]

[ Alright. She's been here for a little while, and there's been a burning curiosity. Unfortunate that she's been so shy about approaching the deity, but it's fine. But if anyone knows exactly what's going on, it's them. So. Here she is, with a little bundle of fresh fruits and veggies for the Storyteller. She's not sure exactly what they like, but surely they'll find something.

... It occurs to her now that gods might not even need to eat, but she's already here so. It's fine.

She clears her throat. ]

Hello, Storyteller?

[story_teller]

[A little shyness is nothing to be ashamed of. The soft, leathery flap of wings is the only herald of their response, at first.]

[Then a small fruit bat settles, upside down, with tiny claws clasped in a thick fringe of moss hanging from the doorway.]

What brings you here? [It is more simply curious than it is accusatory, though they expect that this meeting is one with a purpose. Most are.]

[antepone]

Well...

[ She holds up the parcel for them. ]

First, I brought this for you. I'm not sure if gods need to eat, but... It's full of fruit and vegetables.

[story_teller]

It is true that we do not eat in the conventional sense. I suppose that the closest possible analogue to "eating" would be the act of relating stories to me, but even that is not strictly accurate. It is more symbiotic than merely utilitarian.

[The Storyteller blinks their eyes, cherry-pit-dark and gleaming.]

That does not mean we cannot enjoy it from time to time.

[antepone]

[ She nods, then smiles with relief. ]

Where should I put it, then?

[story_teller]

Traditionally, one leaves it at an altar. But you may place it anywhere.

[A moment. The Storyteller is...wary, as it were, of indulgence. It may not be difficult to discern why, after Rapsho.]

...thank you.

[antepone]

Oh-- You're welcome.

[ She'll set it aside, for them. ]

I had a question for you, actually.

[story_teller]

I suspected as much.

[It is not stated as a cruelty, but rather as simple and matter-of-fact.]

Ask, if you wish.

[antepone]

There are quite a few people who know me here. Or... know some version of me. I wanted to ask... why can't I remember?

[ She pauses. ]

If you can't tell me, that's fine. I've just been wondering for a while.

[story_teller]

[The bat cocks their triangular head - which, from their upside down vantage point, maybe look a little odd.]

That is not my doing. It is your own story, and its...nature...that is to blame.

[antepone]

Its nature...

[ She folds her hands behind her back. ]

Do you think I'll figure that out while I'm here?

[story_teller]

It's possible.

[Isn't that a helpful answer?]

Memories are not lost forever. The longer I am awake, the more I have begun to recall from my time before I slept. Treading ground you once trod before can be helpful in awakening the parts of your mind that have tried to bury it so.