Aedín
this mangy plot where
by now
only mothers still come,
only mothers guard the nameless plots
•
and then sparingly
•
Peepholes burnt through the metal doors
of their solitary cells,
•
just large enough
for three fingers to curl out
for a lemon to pass through
for an ear to be held against
for one eye then the other
to regard the hallway
to regard the cell and inmate
•
peepholes without a lens
so when the guard comes to inspect me,
I inspect him.
Touch me, he said.
•
And through that opening
I did.
by now
only mothers still come,
only mothers guard the nameless plots
•
and then sparingly
•
Peepholes burnt through the metal doors
of their solitary cells,
•
just large enough
for three fingers to curl out
for a lemon to pass through
for an ear to be held against
for one eye then the other
to regard the hallway
to regard the cell and inmate
•
peepholes without a lens
so when the guard comes to inspect me,
I inspect him.
Touch me, he said.
•
And through that opening
I did.
Lanat Abad / The Place of the Damned
BY SOLMAZ SHARIF
Appearance
a dreary face that only brightens when she’s telling a story. She has a small and unassuming frame, often well hidden with heavy and long robes. Her boots are always clean and it is part of her morning routine.
Skills and Abilities
Excels at telling anecdotes
Basic survival skills: making a fire, skinning an animal, fishing, protecting against bug bites, sewing, and knowing how to barter.
Good with patching up wounds and healing the sick.
Literate enough to read, writing is a different beast.
Basic survival skills: making a fire, skinning an animal, fishing, protecting against bug bites, sewing, and knowing how to barter.
Good with patching up wounds and healing the sick.
Literate enough to read, writing is a different beast.
Personality
Many people say Ardín is a liar. Since she was young she had preferred telling lies over truths, it didn’t matter if she was in trouble or not, all she cared was to tell the best story. Embellishments would be woven into any reason or any tale, and while her friends loved to hear her tell stories of what she had dreamed or what vision she had received, her parents found it rather disheartening that she didn’t understand just how wrong lying could be— how much trouble it could put her in if she was ever caught in a lie. So they placed her in a private all-girl’s school. And this is where Aedín’s story truly begins.