"Ama, won't you Tell for me? Won't you Tell me to go be with Emmoni? Please, Ama, I just want to go home..." Aleco begged, tears filling his colorless eyes. He clutched tighter to the old woman's leg and steadfastly ignored the cold that seeped from her skin.
"Be patient, lovey. He's been gone not too long, and you'll meet new friends soon. You're still young, not yet set in a Role. Go play with Cerine, while she is here," the Soul-Teller reassured him, with a soft pat on his head as she looked up from her sewing. The boy stalked off, still sulking at being left behind. It was always hardest on the children, so newly hatched, particularly when younger ones were sent away. Something about Aleco's willfulness had stranded him with her, something that made him too difficult to fit to a Role. Cerine was no better. She could hold no character, not even when the children played their own acting games. The old woman sighed and glanced out from her porch. Her threadbare home was the hub of the