What Big Eyes You Have
If one compared the average human lifespan to the length of time it took for a single drop of rain to fall and touch the ground, then Grazhash's people must live lives measured in torrential thunderstorms and hurricanes. Nine months of that immeasurably long life he had spent among them and he hated it. He hated the village in whose outskirts he was forced to lurk. Hated the brevity and boring simplicity of human existence. And the grime and horse s**t everywhere, those made it infinitely worst.
A carriage rode past on a meandering path that was more mud than road. He ducked his head, thankful to the Universe for keeping the weather dry and the mud relatively solid and unsplatterable. When the carriage was out of sight, he crawled out of the underbrush and proceede
