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writing/belek.md

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 *Within the limits of our strictures* proved to be plenty within Belek's. While they could not eat the monks' tsampa during lunch, they would take butter in their tea, and then they would fill up with steamed balls of the filling the monks had within their momo at dinner.
 
-They kept to themself, bowed at anyone in a robe, and worked quietly. In the morning, they would let the younger monks lade a frame pack with scrolls and books and move them to the hall where the older monks toiled, checking for silverfish and signs of rot. In the afternoon, they would roll up the rugs and take them to a patio where they would be inspected, cleaned, and repaired if possible, or set out for the beggars if they were too worn.
+They kept to themself, bowed to anyone in a robe, and worked quietly. In the morning, they would let the younger monks lade a frame pack with scrolls and books and move them to the hall where the older monks toiled, checking for silverfish and signs of rot. In the afternoon, they would roll up the rugs and take them to a patio where they would be inspected, cleaned, and repaired if possible, or set out for the beggars if they were too worn.
 
 And at night, they would run through the list of items they had carried throughout the day and consider which would be a more appropriate payment than simple coin.
 
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 When Belek worked --- and work they did! --- they would search for jobs offered by those with big hearts.
 
-The empire was not fond of cat folk. Their family moved often enough with the others of their tribe when they were young, so they were used to finding work where they could and drifting from town to town, job to job, never staying anywhere long enough to raise suspicions.
+Their family moved often enough with the others of their tribe when they were young, so they were used to finding work where they could and drifting from town to town, job to job, never staying anywhere long enough to raise suspicions. The empire was not fond of cat folk.
 
 As it was, they were unfailingly polite and always appeared to work within law and custom.
 
+They had walked the streets of the city with a family as a porter and made a pittance for their labor --- and a far larger sum by pickpocketing the crowds around them, as well as the father.
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 They had worked during shearing season with a small family for a spot on the floor and food for two weeks, and had come away with a small payment of a few coins --- and a larger, unofficial payment of an entire sheep, slain in the quiet of the night and expertly skinned, the dried meat and hide folded away into a pack they had hidden in the rocks, collected on the way to the next job.
 
-They had worked as a midwife, helping to brew the groaning beer and ferry hot water before purring gentle reassurances into the lady's ear as she screamed and cried. They had curtsied to the men and averted their eyes, and come away with a handsome sum in coins and a glowing recommendation --- and two small jade statues.
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-They had walked the streets of the city with a family as a porter and made a pittance for their labor --- and a far larger sum for pickpocketing the crowds around them as well, as the father.
+They had worked as a midwife, helping to brew the groaning beer and ferry hot water before purring gentle reassurances into the lady's ear as she screamed and cried. They had curtsied to the men and averted their eyes, brushed the lady's hair, and come away with a handsome sum in coins and a glowing recommendation --- and two small jade statues.
 
 They were always careful. They were never caught.
 
 They were always Belek, or mister or miss Oorzhak, the polite young cat with no family or friends, the one who was slight and feminine enough to be a midwife, and boyish enough, deceptively strong beneath that gray fur, to be of help with the men. They were hard working, and quiet on the job, but friendly to their employers during downtime, often opening up and telling stories of their adventures; never wholly true, but never, ever false.
 
-Somehow, one of two things would happen before they left. Either something terrible would happen --- a sheep would go missing, howls in the night and blood on the grass; a poor father pickpocketed while in the market, the porter hunched under his load --- or the employer would find themselves entranced by this worldly feline --- here, take these figures with our blessings, may they bring you good fortune, my dear Oorzhak.
+Somehow, one of two things would happen before they left. Either something terrible would happen --- a poor father pickpocketed while in the market, the porter hunched under his load; a sheep missing, howls in the night and blood on the grass --- or the employer would find themselves entranced by this worldly feline --- here, take these figures with our blessings, may they bring you good fortune, my dear Oorzhak.
 
 The size of their employers' hearts would cover any payment beyond mere coin.
 
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 The old monk gripped the edge of a lectern by which he had been standing. His expression was beyond tense, now. His skin was taut, his eyes overwide, his gaze wandering beyond sanity.
 
-"I, Otgonbayar, give this book to you, Belek Oorzhak, in free exchange. It is now yours."
+"I, Otgonbayar, forty-fifth librarian of the khiimiin nomyn san, give this book to you, Belek Oorzhak, in free exchange. It is now yours."
 
 The monk's equally stilted words clashed with Belek's in the air. They rang together like bells, tolled some untold hour, twined around each other, then around Belek, and suddenly, the book began to warm in the cat's paws. There was a scent of ritual, a tang of omen, a whiff of power of choice and bargain and deals accepted. Deals beyond just a gift to go with one's wages.
 
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 "I...yes, grandfather," Belek mumbled. "You look unwell. Please rest well, and perhaps I shall see you again soon.
 
-The monk only moaned in response. After a moment's silence, he toppled to the floor, falling stiff, as would a tree, rather than crumpling.
+The monk only moaned in response. That tension in his face finally broke free and he let out a strangled cry of pain, his form shifting beneath coarse robes, his skin rippling into some thicker hide, horns cresting from his brow. Then, after a moment's pained silence, he toppled to the floor, falling as would a tree, stiff and straight, rather than crumpling.
 
 Belek yelped, then skittered from the library and down the long hall towards the scriptorium where the other monks were packing up their pens and scrolls.
 
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 At the turning of the final page, there sounded a distant blast of horns, a low, sustained note from the direction they had come.
 
-"Belek," came the voice, now more than simply echo. "Do you hear that, Belek? Horns to announce the death of a monk. What better way to forget than through death?"
+"Belek," came the voice, now more than simply echo. "Do you hear that, Belek? Horns to announce the death of a monk. He has shifted for the last time, and now...well, what better way to forget than through death?"
 
 "F-forget?"
 
-"Belek, you read my words, you remember. I am with you, now. You are mine, now. So long as you remember me, I will live within you." The whisper of words had slipped into a silky purr. "And you will never forget me."
+"Belek, you read my words. You remember. I am with you now. You are mine now. So long as you remember me, I will live within you." The whisper of words slipped into a silky purr. "And you will never forget me."
 
-The cat could manage no more than a retch and a groan. They could not force themself to unbelieve the book's words. The truth wrapped itself around them, tightened, squeezed. The meaning of the text was clear. They would never forget.
+The cat could manage no more than a groan. They could not force themself to unbelieve the book's words. The truth wrapped itself around them, tightened, squeezed. The meaning of the text was clear. They would never forget. They would remember every time they shifted, for now, more than ever, they were a shifter-of-shapes.
 
 "Belek, Belek, Belek. The deal has been made."