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Originally Posted by littlemanpoet
I like how this can work as a means of narrating the rescue attempt, and how the others find Indil and Raefindan. I like this! Quite an imaginative trick, there.
I'll try to find time to post soon.
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I originally meant for Indil to teach Raefindan a song and a game her mother had taught her, and through it to reveal to herself that her mother has died.
Except I started writing and realized it simply didn't work (and I had no mind for song writing), and that I don't want Indil to know about her past. At least not yet.
It's as if a barrier rose the second her parents died and sealed her past away from her. As if she's always been under the protection of our group. She has absolutely no awareness beyond bad dreams that terrible things have happened to her.
So I needed a plausible game for any small child to play, regardless of who taught it to them. This rock is going to be this, and that rock is going to be that, and they're going to interact.
Anything we write as being surreal about it will be as apparent to her as the abnormality of conversing with dead people and distant Elves: she won't think a thing of it. It's my favorite aspect of childhood: the ability to believe and to imagine, the complete lack of awareness that something might not be what it is. The innocence of it. Indil is who or what she is, and is blissfully ignorant that she might indeed be very special.
In any case... the key point, now that I've rambled, is that I like the idea of narrating the others through Indil's game, provided nobody minds... It provides me the bliss or writing a small child's clarity and the imaginative freeplay of writing the supernatural in a very matter of fact manner. And it's convenient...