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==Histories of the Lohogi'hhs'ur ==
==Ur, son of Shh'oi'ur ==
'''by Hhsnoraal, Ratha Archivist '''

I do not recall much of my childhood, save that I was
alone in a great and overhwhelming world. Then came
the wash of Peri'el's tears, and I was alone no more.
My brethren and I grew fierce and strong, noble and
undyingly loyal. We became all that our goddess
wished our people to be.

The shores of our island provided an abundant source
of life -- carried to us, we knew, by Peri'el's
blessing. Land and sea were bountiful, and we turned
to the shores for a like lifestyle. Fish fairly
flung themselves to our nets, shells and seaweed
selflessly surrendered themselves for our clothing,
the red clay of the land gave itself for our
dwellings. We were thankful.

Although the people of this island are my brethren,
one young S'Kra endeared herself to me in particular.
Her name was Rasha'hhshekepi, and one day she came to
me with a remarkable tale.

"Poho'hhsi Ur!" Honored father was her way of
calling on me, and it warmed my heart. "I have seen
a miraculous thing!" She was quite excited, and
placed her hand upon my arm urgently, her tail
lashing at the air. "Be still, child," I said
affectionately, thinking that she must have found
only a new sea creature, "and tell me what you saw."

"I was playing by the tidepool beyond the black
cliff, looking for hermit crabs, when a great cobra
appeared before me. He was the color of dark brass,
with huge black eyes!" I was about to call the S'Kra
to task for telling wild stories, but she did not
have the air of a child telling a lie. Something
gave me thought to pause and let her speak, thank
Peri'el.

"He talked to me, telling me not to fear him, and
then asked me questions about our island and our
people. He asked about you! I told him that you
were strong and brave, and had kept us all together.
I told him that you were my Poho'hhsi.
"Then he asked me about our village. I told him that
the sea was good to us and we thanked Peri'el for it
every day. I told him about the fish, and the
seaweed, and the red clay. Then he nodded to me and
said, 'Truly, you are your own people now.' I did
not know what he meant, but thought I shouldn't ask.

"Then the cobra turned his head, and all of a sudden
there was a S'Kra standing next to me! She was the
most beautiful creature I'd ever seen, with shining
golden scales and a long gown made from seashells
woven together with seaweed. It tinkled like bells
when she moved.

"The lady knelt down next to me, her tail curling on
the sand. 'Your father thinks you worthy,' she said,
and when I looked into her eyes I thought I should
die of peace. Her voice was like ringing music.

"'Wait until your people sleep,' she said, 'and place
one of these shells on each of their foreheads. You
must not forget anyone.' And she handed me a bag
filled with tiny golden shells. There came a great
rumbling in the earth, and I was frightened. The
S'Kra lady kissed me on the forehead and the fear
melted away -- but then she disappeared!

"When I looked up, the cobra was also gone, and I
knew that I had to take this back to you." She
showed me the bag, filled with its treasure, and I
stared in disbelief. I could only think that the
child had been in the presence of great Hav'roth, and
Peri'el. I noticed that one single scale on her
olive forehead had been turned golden, where she had
borne the kiss of the goddess.

"If they have given you a task," I said, "then you
must complete it." I hardly dared to believe the
wild tale.

Rasha'hhshekepi took herself off, likely to get some
clam soup before waiting to set upon her task. I
continued in my duties, distracted, I easily admit.
Night fell, and the village slept.

When they awoke, my people were not who they had
been. I saw the same reactions reflected all around
the village, and in myself, as we fought through
disbelief. First a S'Kra would look about at his
mates, then blink a few times as if shaking off a
dream. Then, without exception, the S'Kra would
raise a hand to touch his own face, as I did when I
awoke.

From birth until now, every S'Kra looked more or less
the same in form. Slanting eyes, a long and slender
tail -- most of all, an elongated and sloping face,
the nose a full handpsan from the eyes. Not so for
us, now. Our faces had been shortened, noses no more
than a fingerlength from our eyes. One and all, we
were astonished.

Then, before they could be moved to panic, I called
forth Rasha'hhshekepi. Her face, too, had changed,
but the golden scale remained. I bid her tell her
tale.

The state of disbelief remained as we carried on with
our lives. Increasingly, though, we began to see the
value of Hav'roth's boon. The bright sun overhead
found less purchase on our shortened faces, and as we
felt the heat less, our energy level increased.

Likewise, when we swam, retaining breath, as well as
moving smoothly in the water, became easier.

Rejoicing in that we had pleased Hav'roth, we
declared the Day of Changing a holiday for all. For
myself, pride in my daughter could not be greater --
Rasha'hhshekepi, called Malkuaro.

[ a note in the margin written in fresher ink : ]

It is said that there are some who do not accept this
tale, and say that Hav'roth disfigured the Lohogi in
a display of ire, but most accept that this is not so.
Still, there are some mainland S'Kra who persist in
calling themselves S'Kra'ur -- the True People. Most
historians believe that Hav'roth bestowed his boon so
that all S'Kra would know that this new branch of the
family tree had been accepted.

-- Hhsnoraal, Ratha Archivist,
Akroeg 143.

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