Coffee Stained Pages. Volume 1. Лилла Сомн
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Ami walked to the edge of the forest, thoughtful.
The light was gloomy, but inside, it seemed, a luminary of hope began to rise. An annoyed kantinian waved it away.
“Please roll back into the swamp. And don't show your face again. How many times have you done this suddenly, when it seemed that I was going to succeed? How many times have I had this vain hope”…
… However, the news was interesting…
The Temples of Prime, Omill, Kantine and Zeth exchanged service people.
“To improve networking and simplify interactions,” is written in the general message. Well… A very vague formulation, what can one say.
But you don't give a damn if you've been chosen to represent the Kantine Department.
And we have to go to Omill! Not bad! To put it mildly…
And it’s absolutely awesome when you are ready to go literally anywhere, just not to stay here.
What does Ami remember about Omill from her last business trip?
It's a pretty quiet and nice place, there's not much lawlessness and the Temple staff is small. They are mainly involved in logistics, checking and accounting for cargo passing through town and patrolling the local woods to see if anyone has got lost or into trouble…
Something like that. Sounds a bit boring. But truly anything is more fun than the usual local land disputes and accounting for food shipments in caravans.
… Exchange of service people, hmm.
Some of these poor losers will end up here. Although for many, this is not such a big problem. There is even such a concept as the 'simple life', which people from all over the Mainland come to Kantine in search of.
To live freely, to build one's own big house in the middle of vast fields. To work for oneself on one's own plot of land, to be dependent on no one, to grow one's own food, to eat heartily, to admire nature at sunset, to sleep well after a hard day. To communicate with ordinary people, simple, straightforward hard workers, nothing extra…
At least that's what it looked like in theory.
Ami's life did not resemble this bookish idyll at all. She avoided construction sites, harvesting and socialising. Maybe that's why life here has never been “easy” for her.
Perhaps for some people, it was a good idea to calm down after an eventful life. But for the young, active Ami who was born here and had already had enough of this 'simplicity' and predictable regularity, this was the real 'complexity'.
In addition to external conflicts, it was torn apart by numerous internal ones. Excessive “peace” also does terrible things to people. Especially those who are not yet ready for it. Those who have not yet had enough of all the worries that distract those who are not yet ready to calm down and watch the chthonic monsters that live there begin to emerge from the depths of their souls…
Probably, Ami’s “replacement”, who will arrive from Omill, will be somewhat similar to Ami herself, who loves courier work, does not disdain operational work and knows not only her native Kantinian language.
However, it is not difficult to know the most popular languages: Kantinian, Omillian, Zetish and Primish. They are so close that it is unclear how learning languages could even become a problem for someone.
Primish is the closest to Kantinian. The language of the persecuted witches has not deviated much from the original. The differences were only in a number of words and their pronunciation and use. And they are just as big as in other languages, and not as big as the Kantinians wanted to show with all their appearances, demonstrating that they do not understand the speech of strangers at all.
“Can’t these clayheads speak normally! Why distort our words so stupidly? Sounds like a moron.” – was the aunt's vivid indignation.
At a young age, as was her sad habit, the addicted Amelia was unable to choose a language and had begun to study them all at once. She began to confuse them, unconsciously switching from one to the other, causing another barrage of ridicule. Ami was already considered quite strange.
…I had to make some efforts to end up speaking only Kantinian…
It is true that her pronunciation of non-native languages left much to be desired, as she taught them from old, half-decayed books that she was only able to find in the city Archives thanks to her perseverance. And according to her mother's notes. Which she was generally forbidden to approach.
But once again her persistence paid off. Then another difficulty arose. There was nowhere and no one to practise on.
For obvious reasons, aliens rarely appeared in Kantine, which was unfriendly to neighbouring witch towns. So Amelia had to grow up, enter the service of the Kantine Department of the Order, and give herself the opportunity to continue her own education. She acted as a courier between the towns, accompanying the trade caravans, and asking them for some assistance.
She was in the service of all kinds of business trips. It was the only one of her initiatives that her Department was enthusiastic about. But still, it was beyond their comprehension. How could anyone want to tear themselves away from their native fields, drag themselves through hunger and lack of comfort to gnats knows where? Then they waste precious time on such nonsense as studying those idiotic, distorted dialects of those filthy “for-the-next-eternity-not-to-see-their-faces” witches. There were few. To be more precise, there were practically no such people willing.
And now… Well. Theoretically. Sort of… Kinda… For Ami, there is the opportunity to go for half a big cycle with joy, envy and curiosity to have a close look at the life of such interesting and attractive “filthy witches” and to improve her language skills in Omill.
“Yes. It doesn't hurt to dream… It hurts to fall back from a cloud. Nothing will work out again. It’s obvious. How many times has it happened that everything is going to get better, and… the bag is full of holes and gnat swamps. And no improvement of the situation at all… Our fate is still a sadistic humorist”.
Dreaming is good in this case.
Especially when life has squeezed you so tight that you can't even move, and there's nothing left but to dream. And if you really want to dream…
Then why not talk about Prime right away.
… Prime.
Ami closed her eyes.
The chic, charming city seemed like the ideal place to start a new life.
There is always a whiff of something that will provide her with a meaningful, promising and interesting existence and a worthy future.
The prospects are vast, like the unforgettable view from the cliff on which the city was built, of the endless Ocean and the equally endless and beautiful bottomless sky above. All this gave an exhilarating sense of freedom in this incredible corner of the Continent. It is said that in the cold season, when there’s no clouds and no fog. From this height of a Mountain Prime you could see the Continent from the Wastelands almost all the way to Zeth, and even draw a map of it… Many who were able to catch this rare moment probably did.
To see the rest, one had to descend from these dizzy heights and go into the Northern Wastes beyond the high hills to Youlle or the Elven Forest. Then walk to Zeth and look over Mount Omill, go through the Great Forest.
But even if you don’t go far, Prime is a place where you can get a lot of information about anything in the Mainland without leaving the city. Practically, we can say that this is such an enormous Archive.
It is not established with certainty who was more hungry for knowledge—the Prime academic witches or Ami, but the first ones, unlike her, had exactly what everyone needed. Information, which they painstakingly gathered from all possible sources and poured into the Prime Central Archive in deliciously wide streams and the Royal and University Libraries.
Knowledge here was truly power and wealth. Prime was not only a place to obtain information of a scientific, technical and magical nature, but also a large Market for trading information from all over the Mainland.
This was done by large,