“Chakshi, wait. So, if all it does is walk, how can it be a tyrant?”
The pilgrim tore their gaze away from the construct leading the group. They then fired a puzzled glance over their shoulder, to the Avishkari surveyor following close behind. “What do you mean, Sachin?”
“I mean, it isn’t bossing you around or anything. Not directly, at least. So, why the title?”
“Oh. Well, that’s just more of an honorary thing.” Chakshi gestured to their fellow pilgrims around them, all marching in the same direction. “You are correct, in that Sundial holds no actual influence over us. But, we’re all here for our own reasons. I, for one, felt unappreciated with my tribe, and found I was more welcome here. Get enough people like that together, and you have a community.”
Sachin frowned, pondering how to politely phrase his thoughts. “Oh! Well, that’s very nice, but…I was more asking, what has Sundial done to earn the title of ‘tyrant’?”
Now it was Chakshi’s turn to frown. “I just told you. We all just follow it, and the title is honorary.”
“No. What has it done…wrong?”
“Surely Sundial has done some kind of heinous act, for you all to call it so?”
“Not that I know of,” Chakshi snickered. “But must one necessarily do wrong to be a leader?”
“No, but…a leader, you say? Not a tyrant?”
Chakshi scowled at the correction. “You know what I mean. A leader, a tyrant! I’m sure you have them wherever you hail from.”
“…Ahhh,” Sachin drawled. “Yes, we do. But we call them something else. The word ‘tyrant’ means bad things to us.”
“Oh. Well…” Chakshi slowly began to smirk. “I suppose there’s still some opportunity for you to see our tyrants as such, even if it isn’t here and now. In the mountains, there is the Saurid Autocracy and their tyrant, Tyrox.”
Sachin groaned at the very mention of the name. “We’ve already met,” he stated shortly. “It’s just nice to know, not all your ‘tyrants’ are as bad as ours.”
[I love Muraganda’s vanilla creatures!]