Jarimebi

He smiled. The Jarimebi had offered him a drink. Not to remember them. But to welcome him to their home.

When he returned to Tyr-Mor, he did not publish his findings. Instead, he built a small room in his cellar. He filled it with no furniture. He simply went there every evening, sat in the perfect stillness, and waited for the moment between the tick of the clock and the tock. jarimebi

Kael sat at the edge of the last knot. It was small, no bigger than his palm, tied from a thread of starlight and a single tear. He did not try to undo it. He took out his charcoal and paper, and he drew it. He smiled