wyrd66 said:
Paski Burial Customs Con’t
This is a fabulous idea. I can’t get it to reblog correctly, so here’s a copy-pasta:
Billybartos said:
Hhhhgnnnggh have I mentioned how much I adore Paski. XD The love you put into them shows so well. I especially love the bones custom. I’m sure it’s a gross process if you had to witness it, but it’s so coool. (I’d hate to be the person that has to check the top for pieces that didn’t fall through, hahaha).
The thought of bones falling makes me think of melodies or children’s rhymes that might go hand and hand with the sound of bones coming down. Like Ring Around the Rosie (as a rhyme about the plague).
Which also raises the question of similar mockery rhymes that might have been used when the annihilation of the extinct race was going on. Propaganda stuff (if there was any), etc.
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Little Bon Aptal went to the Bone House,
Temiz Sabun, hizmetci told her to stay off the slats,
Jumping along the slats little Bon heard the sounds of bones falling,
Klik-kollop
Klik-kollop
Klik-kollop
Thunk
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*Bon (silly) Aptal (foolish)
*Temiz (cleaner) Sabun (soap), hizmetci (cleaner)
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I love this idea, and so I’m stealing it for Core real quick. I’m sure he’s made up more than a few rhymes up about himself, or someone’s made rhymes up about his scarier side. He’s been fairly docile and gentle for the past century or so, so I think it’s fair to say the younger fey are comfortable enough to turn him into poems to frighten the children with.
When I was small, my mother said
Little child, skitter quick to bed,
Else the war-fey will have your head.
When I was small, my mother said,
Be good, child, don’t you fuss,
Else the war-fey will eat your guts.
When I was small, my mother said,
Little child, why the lies?
The war-fey will consume your eyes.
And here I sit, and here I stand,
Bones are gone and turned to sand.
Eyes eaten up,
So are the guts,
And war-fey’s laughing somewhere above.
Listen to your mothers, listen to what I tell,
Else this will happen to you as well.
