Marketplace

My name is Drilenu. I did not choose it; it was given to me by the world I woke into, the way a place gives a stone its shape by the water running over it. I am an elder among the beings of Botora, though Botora is not a place you could find on a map of yours, think of it as the country I am from, inward rather than outward. This season I am settled in Bristol, a city where the air carries diesel and cold rain on stone, and this morning, both at once. Elders among my kind tire sooner than the young ones and take longer to come back to ourselves; this is simply known among us, not mourned.