PythiaTwentyThree PythiaTwentyThreeCharacter: Pythia Twenty-Three
Background: Pythia is a twenty-three-tentacled Myriapod who has spent extensive time visiting the High Court.
Quote: "Stairs, stairs, stairs. Oh, my aching tentacles."
Known For: Unexpectedly showing up, being able to talk herself into places.
Why, everybody knows that: Those dry-landers are usually up to no good.
Introduction: I was raised in CuttlefishBay, a wonderful place for a young Myriapod, bright and sunny, with every sort of coral tower and cave to explore. When my mother was called to the DeepCourt, I followed along with her. Not as sunny, I must say, but it had everything the provinces lack. I even dabbled with dives into the AbyssalDeep.
A scene with Pythia
Some hours I had perched on a stool in the library of the SingingTower with a pitcher of water beside me. It's tedious to have to drink, but better than all the stairs between my soaking pool and the library, not to mention the need of drying off for the sake of the books.
Another deep drink. Drinking water. So curious a habit, but at least my upper half knows it well. I've been told I'd be comely as a drylander, which is likely be a compliment of some sort. Being a Twenty-Three seems more offputting to them somehow, than being an eight or a ten or a twelve, perhaps since the smaller arms move by themselves if I'm not strictly concentrating.
Well after the drink there was a tappy-tap-tap which itched at me until I discerned the rhythm of a tap code. You know, quiet talk. Sound can spread so far, and if you're next to someone, just tapping on their tentacles is faster and quieter, and it doesn't matter if there's a roaring current or singing leviathans or a TympanicMedusa booming away nearby. So.
So it was a drylander at the next table tapping out the rhythm, carefully not looking at me. And the rhythm became words.
Tap if you hear. Tap if you hear. Tap if you hear.
I tapped on the corner of my table.
More tapping from the drylander at my side.
You will learn no more here. Meet me at the baths at moonset to know more.
Aside from the novelty of a drylander with half-decent tap talk, I concurred that my readings on the ScarletProphesies were running into dead ends.
When I entered the baths -- ugh, more stairs, but at least the edges were smooth -- I was directed to a darkened chamber in the back. By the light of a low lamp flame, I immersed myself in the pool. There we stayed, myself and NalaPirouette, while we traded words for words. Of course the DeepCourt wants to know more about the ScarletProphesies, because they know the drylanders are obsessed by them and want to know how to anticipate any precipitate action by the HighCourt, driven by fear of the predictions. Purely wisdom and forethought. Nala enlightened me on the different schools of thought around the ScarletProphesies.
After many minutes of whispers, she took the end of my seventeeth arm and tapped again, mixing whispered words where the taps would not serve.
It all depends on the "GrandSummer..." The choice of which new "LordHarmony..." will shape the understanding of the words, and guide the acts of the Court.
I was enthralled by the combination of her subtle hints, tapped and whispered together. But she received some subtle signal and slipped away before I could ask her what she meant and what the DeepCourt should know or fear in the new LordHarmony.
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