Now this ritual
seems to be very specific to the local culture.
The adults converge at a
certain hour of the evening, and begin to fill the abyss with liquid of a very
certain temperature.
They hover, cradling, cooing, then begin to douse me in
sweet-smelling liquids, which, deceptively, do not taste sweet. After a few
immersions, the ceremony has completed, and I am swept into my bear-robe and
snuggled in warmth.
First Mate and
father are both overly attentive during this procedure, so I will permit it to
continue.
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