Year 8, Day 90
Little Gnu and Gazelle may have started it, but I suspect it was Songbird and through her, Rain Cloud, who spread the word to the shamans. The People want to serve me, to keep me placated, I suspect. But a year away from everything they know is a major sacrifice.
Materials for Rainbow to use in making and repairing clothes and food, however, are a way of showing me honor without much pain to any one person. Surplus tanned hides, furs, sinew, linen thread, tools, fish traps and storage baskets have been pouring in. It’s a good thing I designed my home with a number of extra rooms!
Torch Flower had not taken good care of the building I originally built for Songbird and Giraffe. I had designed it, like my own home, with a warnoff to keep small pests from moving in and multiplying, and both Songbird and Gazelle had kept it clean. Torch Flower had unthinkingly assumed that scavengers would clean up any dropped food, and the place was beginning to stink.
Rainbow took one look, or rather one sniff, and began cleaning.
Jarn is a human-like alien who was stranded in Africa roughly 125,000 years ago. His story is part of the back story of the universe in which I have set my science fiction, including Homecoming and Tourist Trap. For a longer version of this post see my main blog; for the entire Journal to date see my author site.