“He taught me how to render dyes to be used for clothing and ceremonies. I remember the first time trying bat…that was a horrifying experience, more so then the snakes,” he quivered at the memory, the crunchy leather feel scratching across their senses.
“He was a great man. I don’t think anyone in the village knew just how old he was. Everyone referred to him respectfully as Baba or elder. He was the one who blessed me with the name Impundulu, making me a formal member of the village the night I saved one of the village’s children from being taken by a crocodile in the river. The beast was later eaten,” he flexed his hand, remembered touching the creature. It’s hide had been thick and scaled, wet from the river, yet warm from it’s daytime sunning. The sound of its bellow deep in it’s throat as he had passed the fear he felt into the animal had resonated through his very bones. “It’s amazing how much fear a human can contain within themselves,” he looked up at them and smiled, trying to fight that moment of panic all over again.
“Baba died in the middle of the wet season when Callum and Albin had started to speak full sentences. The village mourned in such a wretched way I never thought we would come out of it.
I was entrusted with his funeral pyre and Amina and Tau provided the ceremony for accepting me as the village’s doctor in place of Baba. I was not nearly so prepared to provide alone. He knew so much and had left too soon,” Eoin confessed. He stood in the darkness, embers sparking up through the canopy of the trees to burn out near the stars. His lower half was wrapped in a fine white, grey, maroon, and green patterned skirt, a belt of fur holding it at the waist. His feet had been painted with a red mud up to his ankles. A thin string of black and red beads hung from his right shoulder to his left hip. His tattoos glowed in the dusk. A silver bracelet stacked with white shell bangles flashed at his wrist. A net cape like necklace that draped from his neck to his shoulders had been worked finely with small white and dyed red shells and fur. Smudged red markings ran in parallel from his hairline, down the middle of his eyelids to his chin.
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