More of Jarn’s Journal for today’s SFF Saturday. Jarn is alien, a Ri’l’nian, and he is stranded on Earth in southern Africa roughly 125,000 years ago.
I wish this planet didn’t have sentient inhabitants, or at least that they were not so much like me. “Do not interfere,” ha! How can I help but interfere?
As I thought, the two adults were Songbird’s parents, decked out in their best finery, and the smaller, aged figure was the person I’ve been calling – and might as well continue calling – the shaman. I suspect clan-mother would be more accurate, as most of her advice seems to come from experience and tradition. I do not know how old she is, but Songbird’s mother is the daughter of her daughter. She is bent and wrinkled, and the few teeth she has left are worn down to nubbins – yet I think from some of the things she said that she is younger than I am.
When I asked her how she knew I would rescue Songbird, while Songbird was showing my “calendar” to her parents, she looked half puzzled. “Sometimes I know when someone is going to die. I knew I could not heal Songbird, and yet I did not feel her death coming. ”
A slightly longer version of this snippet is on my main blog; the whole of Jarn’s Journal to date (I’m writing it as I go along) is on my author website. Other participating authors can be found at SFF Saturday. By the way, I understand SFF Saturday will be taking two weeks’ vacation. Jarn’s Journal will continue Fridays (Alaska time, which is pretty late UK time) on my main blog.