( She hesitates — known far better in the twists and turns of the serpent that scratches the skies with its quiet muzzle, seeking.
Beside her, beggars reach for more, and she remembers absent-mindedly to share the wealth of her basket once more, picking out morsels of bread and folded rice balls between bodies of slithering snakes that curl, flicker in and out, disappear. Emerge after. )
You may call him Hyang-won, if you wish.
( At the next turn, a man bereft of his senses leans into swipe her hand and steal more than his due from her offerings. She hisses, puling back. )
No. Wait. ( The snake seems calm, appeased despite her surge of agitation. ) Foresight, prophecy... I resent not having the sight, the natural eyes known. That I do not see, as you see. But I see differently. If this is the only sight I may have, how shall I begrudge it?
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Beside her, beggars reach for more, and she remembers absent-mindedly to share the wealth of her basket once more, picking out morsels of bread and folded rice balls between bodies of slithering snakes that curl, flicker in and out, disappear. Emerge after. )
You may call him Hyang-won, if you wish.
( At the next turn, a man bereft of his senses leans into swipe her hand and steal more than his due from her offerings. She hisses, puling back. )
No. Wait. ( The snake seems calm, appeased despite her surge of agitation. ) Foresight, prophecy... I resent not having the sight, the natural eyes known. That I do not see, as you see. But I see differently. If this is the only sight I may have, how shall I begrudge it?