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Timeline/World: Newfound Worlds – Chiera: Autumn
Characters: Allaithe Vertus
Race: Chieran
Age: 31
Current residence: Eldine, Nualari
Final Word Count: 791 words
Rumours of animals talking when animals should not talk have started to flow within the walls of our village. I know that certain birds can mimic sounds and are believed to be able to talk. I don’t know that I would call this talking so much as it is really just mimicking. I’ve been around some of these birds while the sun had begun to set and it was disquieting, to say the least.
The current rumours are about other flying animals that don’t truly get much bigger than a newborn child, at least not the ones that are usually kept in captivity. I’m fairly certain that there might be bigger ones out there in the wild but I’ve never seen them and I’m in no rush to see them. Elotes are usually fairly small, scaled creatures with wings. Some of them breathe fire but the vast majority are merely companions without fire. The ones who do breathe fire have been usually kept with those of us who might need help starting a fire.
I’ve thought about the potential of an elote before but with Ida, I don’t know that I would dare. He is so used to our routine that adding in an extra to it would possibly unsettle him and, well, elotes do need some patience, love and care and the ones that do breathe fire are known to prefer living in a heated environment. While the ovens are hot when the bread is being baked, the rest of our house is comfortably cool most of the time. The area where we mill our flour is kept as cool and as dry as we can manage and having an elote around that area wouldn’t do me any good. To make a long story short, I think that fire-breathing elotes are better kept for blacksmiths and others who work near forges.
When I first heard the rumour, however, I didn’t really know what to think. We only know so much about the elote and its habits that there is plenty out there that remain a mystery to us. The elders might know more but, somehow, I don’t know that they do. Studies on the elote are still ongoing as I don’t think the whole captivity thing is that old. A few decades at the most. I know that while my parents still were alive, the presence of domesticated elotes was only just beginning to be a thing.
Someone has been going around recently, claiming that they had an elote that could talk. I have a hard time believing that kind of idea and I haven’t given it much thought. I know that Ida has heard the stories too but I don’t know that it has stayed much with him. He’s often enough lost in his own world and a lot of what goes around him goes in one of his ears and right back out the other and, you know, I think this is for the best. There’s so much out there that I don’t know would sit well with him that I think it’s best if he doesn’t really pay all that much attention to it.
Ida being happy is one of those things that matter the most to me and that’s how I want that to keep on being. It’s been a really long time since anything has set him off and I want to keep it that way. I know that he’s not too hard to calm down once something does go wrong but the less often that happens, the better it is. It’s one of the reasons why I make sure to avoid certain wooded paths after dark if I’m with him. I still remember how unsettled I was when those birds talked at me—not that they were truly talking—and I don’t want that for him.
So that someone is claiming to have an elote that can talk is one of those things I will take with a grain of salt. I don’t want to believe it, and even if I do, I’m not one to want a domesticated one. Even if it were one of the ones that are without fire. There are plenty of animals out there that we’ve domesticated but I’m still not completely sure of how I feel about the elotes. I know that they can be useful. I know that people seem to love having them—the ones that do—but like most other things, there are downsides to it all and I have my hands full living my life as I do and that’s all I need. I don’t need something else to possibly worry about and that’s all there really is to it in the long run.