Feast of Red Blood, the
Its important to know that this tradition is steeped in the anger of the falsely betrayed.
The knife, the red impressive clothing, it's all theatre, all meant to convey an impression, an atmosphere of us against them.
But it all starts with that blasted pod. They all start to celebrate at: "Hark to the silence of betrayal, hear the cutting of the light!" And show a smallish, silvery pod, as one might fit and or affix to one's ear to aid in long distance communications or translation. And then they speak of Wyse 3c2f9547-19fe-4bb6-848f-cd3bce1702c3, who chose Nyota Wyse as her gene-name with reverence.
It is so very macabre, this shadow play of scorn, this puppetry of betrayal. All the more so that some of the facts are true.
They bring out 'the knife', and pantomime 'a culling'. It gets them all so very excited, so angry.
It's mostly true, the only falsehood is the perpetrator, or perpe-traitor, as it were. Heh, sorry, couldn't help myself.
"Yes, the spiller of Red Blood that day was one of their own, as Red as they were. One or more of them, we can never be sure, but it's presumed in respectable circles that he, she or they were the founding member or members of the Red Cabal"
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