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Cathy replied to the topic Character Castle 2.5 in the forum Fantasy Writers 3 years, 10 months ago
Nithel glanced behind his shoulder, brows quirked. ‘Snake’ or ‘Serpent’ was looking at Nithel; he wondered about the parents, that would name their child such.Hehe…somehow I knew you’d catch that.
Also, who names their child snake? Wait a minute, the origins for the word Nathair were connected to the Latin term natrix, translating to water snake or water serpent. And the alternative translation for Nathair was also serpent. In eastern cultures, water serpents (dragons) were considered beneficial entities. Instead of being associated with fire, like western dragons, eastern dragons, which strongly resembled serpents, were said to have power over water. Many people in eastern cultures portrayed dragons as guardians of the heavens, who could bring bountiful harvests and magnificent riches.0.0
You cheated you Googled it didn’t you!?!
The man looked at Nathair a little quizzically, he could already feel himself being assessed, judged. He was used to that, so incredibly used to it. That was the basis of human interaction, wasn’t it? Judging, assessing how useful every individual is, how you can get the most out of them, what to say or do around them to stay on their best side, prospecting to see what you can get out of them.
Sure, he could be imagining it.
But certainly, no one ever looked at him with confidence. That was something else Alessio had that he didn’t have; the ability to be seen as trustworthy without even really trying.
The man nodded to him, warily.
“Nithel son of Father.” He said.
He could make Nithel trust him, he was sure, he was very good at that when he needed to. Just, he wanted for once to see someone trust him, and actually trust him. Since he was born he was doomed to be a snake in the grass, always deceptive goods, shifting and hiding. That was all he’d ever been groomed for, right?
He knew it, that he wasn’t worth the trust he wanted. He’d never forget that child’s eyes, even then Alessio had that sort of gaze that seemed to pull apart your very soul and turn it over in his hands without even moving. Every time he looked at the boy there was that distrust, so close to breaking, like he wanted so badly to trust Nathair but he knew better.
Son of Father was an odd calling. He filed the information away.
Then. There was rumbling.
“I think…we should probably pick a door…” Nathair remarked slowly.
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