a question of anthropological import

[divineshadow]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: The Priest
RECIPIENT: e v e r y o n e
WHAT: your weird cultural practices: explain them
WHEN: waggles hand; pre-Tevinter, perhaps
WHERE: whereveer
NOTES: pre-emptive warning for Priest's weird and offensive opinions about societal organization

Inquisition.

[The voice is hard to place, neither male nor female, lingering oddly over the syllables of the word--considering. An Inquisition, proper noun. What a thing.]

Your cities are infested with beasts. You keep them in comfort and guard jealously their welfare. A caste among you even exists to care for them.

Explain this.

Comments

[divineshadow]

The pets are eaten, as well.

[is that humor]

[justnice]

[ he is probably the wrong person to ask ]

What else are you going to do with a dead mule?

[divineshadow]

[or possibly the best person to ask]

The idea implies otherwise: A pet is a companion as a person might be. A pet serves from love.

[wait, unless--]

Say whether you eat your own dead.

[justnice]

That's different. That's people. You don't eat people, that's... [ FUCKED UP BUDDY ] ...Well, it's probably blood magic, for starters.

[divineshadow]

If a loved beast may be eaten, then a person might be, without other differences. Say what they are.

[justnice]

[justnice]

People've got, I don't know, souls. Part of the Maker in us.

[divineshadow]

[whoa hang on]

Your god is a part of you.

[justnice]

He's a part of all of us. You too, I reckon. Whether you're a spirit or a person, or,

[ this not demons thing, it sits a bit wrong. he keeps his eyes open, he remember the sickness, the solution. doesn't understand it all maybe —

and still. ]

Anyway, we're all the Maker's children.