✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps
A swamp, a small pond where the Bohrtog live. A young urskek is sitting ear the water, petting a strangely bright blue bohrtog. An older urskek comes, tutting a bit as she picks the youth up.
"You can play with him after dinner," she says and carries the young urskek away.
♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook
"Ha! You ask for a seat in the -council-?" the Emperor sneered at the Satirist, his ivory teeth gleaming. The Satirist, though much shorter and his tail poofed up, stands straight up.
"Sire, I've seen 'round Skarith, I know a lot of gelf-" skekLi began but skekSo only laughed. SkekSil took a breath and stood up as well.
"Satirist is right, sire. Need eyes on ground" he said, submissive but confident. The Emperor shook his head and winked at the Ritual-Master, before looking back at the Cantor.
"I don't need your advice, Cantor, I'll ask for your opinion when I need a new composition"
SkekSil's veins felt like ice, the dismissal was casual, a friendly one. But it held so much in it. He was just an entertainer, just a clown. Like the Satirist. He would -never- gain respect from someone who saw him as lesser.
He had to change tactics.