Role

Chapter 6

Pititti rested on the back of her warg gazing down from the mountains at the
Grinning Skull Village below. From her vantage point, she saw two goblin
children fighting over a bone of some sort in one of the pathways, rolling in
the fetid mud while several orcs looked on and yelled insults in amusement.
Piti grinned broadly, fondly recalling her own early childhood in the village.
It was a carefree time for her, filled with endless adventures, plans for
glory with her friends, fights, curses, and fun. Back then, it was her older
sister, Grismee, who was going to be the Thorntooth Princess for the clan, and
Piti was just Piti. But then Grismee vanished one day, like so many goblin
children do. And that fun time transitioned into a responsibility of a sort.
No more rolling in the mud like those two little ones below. She had to wear
the ceremonial bones, sit at the head of the table, slaughter the holiday
badger.

But, Piti had to admit she enjoyed being the center of attention. She always
had. It was the responsibility she did not care for. And she preferred to be
known for what she could do rather than who she was related to.

Piti rummaged in her bags, and produced a lump of clay that had been given to
her by her friend, Kreltish. The clay was given to him to pass on to Piti by
the goddess Rarywey. Pititti knew nothing of goddesses, but this clay was
amazing. She pulled off a piece and began to kneed it with her small hands,
warming it into malleability. The clay held its shape so much better than the
mud she had worked with before, and it seemed to stay fresh indefinitely. When
baked, it would harden to a stone-like consistency that was impervious to
rain.

Making mud sculptures had always just been something Piti liked to do for her
own enjoyment. It was something scoffed at in the village. But when she had
mentioned it to others, such as Kreltish and Damil, the High Herald of the
Eternal Star, they had shown real interest. Damil even wanted her to leave the
village and become a Herlad! For the first time, Piti had felt seen for
something she was good at and enjoyed. She didn't know if it would take her
anywhere, nor did she care. But she liked being seen and having friends.