Chapter 233: You know how people talk to their womb when they are pregnant?
The community banquet was nice. After the blessing was done, Natha picked me up and took me to the venue of the banquet at the foot of the hill. Long tables were placed on the ground and filled with warm food. There was no designated seat, so anyone could sit anywhere.
The food was not fancy, but bountiful. The Lord Castle provided each Temple with funds so they could arrange a nice community banquet in each place. And during winter, this warm and nutritious meal would be something nice, especially for those less privileged with access to fresh ingredients.
On this day, anyone could come up to Natha to talk to him, and a lot of people did. Perhaps this was why I was sitting between Eruha and Lesta, with Caba and Haikal not far from me because...security? It was still nice, though, seeing him interacting with the surrounding citizens, and it reminded me of the time we were in the oasis. Even Jade and Ignis were having fun although they didn’t eat.
And then, because it was supposed to be a rest day, we spent the rest of the day together, just relaxing and talking about everything and nothing. We walked through the frozen garden and around the lake, having lunch together with the other vassals, and spending the night in front of the fireplace.
It was so nice, this holiday.
The night no longer needed to be dark, but on the second day, there was supposed to be a sermon in the middle of the city. We didn’t have to wake up at dawn again, though, so we had time to feed the egg, who was growing hungry because we hadn’t given any mana for two days.
"I want to stay here for a while," I told him after we were done. "I want to talk to the child."
Natha raised his brow, perhaps because it was the first time I called the seed a ’child’ out loud in front of him. He patted my head with a wide smile and then left me there after telling me to have fun. I watched as he walked away and waited until I could hear the hidden door slide and click before turning back to the egg.
I dragged a chair to the front of the platform so I could sit down and have some conversations with the silent egg. Yeah, I still hadn’t been able to hear that voice again, but sometimes I would sneak here and talk to the egg for a bit. Just a quick five minutes to tell the egg about my day.
But today...I kind of want to talk about something else.
I laid my head on the platform side and reached out to touch the egg’s surface, following the pattern with my finger just like how I liked to trace Natha’s patterns before bed.