Eight Arms and the Mask

A selection from the Manirian portion of the library.  A Personal View of Pralori Life: What My Mother Told Me.  Who are you? I am Corla Splits-The-Herd. A little calf like you would listen to me and follow me to stay safe and protected, even if I wasn't your mother, but I am. Who are we?  We are the Westernmost Mother Herd. We move freely through the lands that lie on the edge of the Tarinwood and the New Fens. We are of the Pralori people, who are the greatest of all the peoples of the world. What makes us great?  We are the children of Pralor, the Great Elk who comes again and again to guide the herds of the world whenever they run astray. We remember what everyone else has forgotten. Unlike the Scratch People around us, we know how to respect our Grandmother the Earth, and unlike the Tree People of the Tarinwood, we know that all plants are important, not just trees. Many people resent us for our greatness. Sometimes we give them reason to! Back in the days of th