MHA #6, Friday Morning

[firstofitskind]

The Liam who woke up on Friday morning was much smaller than normal. Also much younger. Which was saying a lot, considering Liam was actually only six years old to begin with. This Liam, though? This one was brand new.

And wondering who this was sprawled all over the bed (... because that's what this was, right? He thought? Again, everything was new, and trying to figure it all out was a bit overwhelming) next to him.

He reached out with a tentative finger and poked her on the shoulder. Wake up!

[ooc: posted early for maximum SP!]

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[firstofitskind]

"You are?" Liam... vaguely knew what the word meant. But even if he didn't, the way she said it made it sound like something very impressive. "Why do they worship your family?" he also wanted to know.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Cause my Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-Grandma saved them when she found them in the barn worshiping a chicken," Verity answered, vastly overestimating the number of greats that were required. "So they decided to worship her instead. Aeslin gotta worship something."

[firstofitskind]

"Ooooh," Liam nodded. And then, because the Kimera were anthropologists and thus always curious about other races... or maybe just because he was a child, he couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity just shrugged. "I dunno. They just gotta. It's...patho..parthe...important to 'em."

[firstofitskind]

And Liam understood that, kind of. Maybe it was like how he knew there were important things he was supposed to do. Somehow. "Okay," he said. "And they're nice?" They had to be, if they'd shared cake, right?

[arboreal_priestess]

Well, 'shared.' Older Verity still had to replace that cake.

"Yeah," Verity said. "And they tell the best stories. Cause they remember everything!"

"Hail to the tiny Arboreal Priestess!" cried one mouse. "HAIL!" responded the congregation. "Hail to the tiny God of Distant Stars!" "HAIL!"

[firstofitskind]

"Um," Liam said, and stared at the mice. What did they just call him?

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity was also staring at the mice. "Wait, he's a god? But he's not a Price!"

Well, she had been thinking of adopting him last time. Maybe the mice thought she had?

Especially since they didn't seen too keen on answering the implied question here.

[firstofitskind]

"I'm not an anything," Liam agreed with a frown. This was very confusing.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Everybody's something," Verity argued. "You're still a people, after all."

[firstofitskind]

That got a shy little smile out of Liam.

"I'm just Liam, though," he said. That was the only name he'd been given.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Nuh," Verity disagreed. "We decided this last time. You're Liam Price." She peered at him. "You must have amnesure."

[firstofitskind]

"Ammesure?" Liam echoed. "What's that?"

[arboreal_priestess]

"It's where you forget everything," Verity explained. "Did you get hit on the head? That makes it happen a lot."