There isnât really a lot about Palis in canon, and I keep seeing people say she was wrong for expecting Julian to stay on Earth, but I think weâre all forgetting that Julian wasnât being completely honest with her either. Presumably he didnât talk about wanting to go to the outer reaches of space much with her, and he had the whole augmentation thing that he COULDNâT talk about. The problem in their relationship wasnât that they were intrinsically not compatible, but that the communication wasnât there.
Julian later has Garak for a partner (letâs be honest they got together at some point) and somehow that relationship had better communication. If Julian can have better communication with someone who lied for a living, be just werenât giving his all for his and Palisâ relationship. Which is fine and normal, and they probably wouldnât have been UNhappy if theyâd stayed together, but they wouldnât have had the kind of fire and care that Julian and Garak had.
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Geinif stood, walked around the desk, and sat on the edge of it. He was like a teacher, looking upon a prized pupil who had suddenly found himself in the middle of a terrible predicament. He was being studied, though he didnât know how. He didnât even know how this conversation was happening, Geinif had only the lower lobes of his ears left.
âListen to that? Is that how you would have spoken to me, if youâd come here first? I doubt thatâs the case. Still, if you think you are so much different than the hero, Casteval, you can continue to try to raise him, to give him the tools he needs to slay the dragon, to punish the betrayer, to rescue the weak, and make those who cannot help their natures pay for crimes they canât stop committing.â
âI donât even know where to go next,â Casteval admitted.
âYou still need the blood and I doubt you are willing to kill yourself to give it to him,â again he was speaking in riddles and Casteval wished that these people would speak in simple, coherent, sentences, just for a day, or an hour, or five minutes. âBut the body, the true body, not just the soul but what would be reborn, is in the Forest of Potential, well off of the beaten path. I suppose the blood may be there as well.â
âHow do I get the blood?â Casteval asked, inching forward in his seat. He hadnât wanted to ask the dragon anymore questions. âHow do I raise him?â
Geinif thought on that for a moment before admitted his ignorance, âYou may have to fight for the blood or ask for it or bleed it. For raising him, that is something I do not know. It is not something that I have ever tried to do, nor anyone else. I suppose there arenât many people left to try to imagine his return. Perhaps, that his why his old foes are growing so restless.â
He spoke quietly then, turning to look out the window, out into the brightness outside. They could hardly see through the glare. âYou will need to take the light with you, I hear you have your own.â
Casteval nodded.
âGood. The walls here are full of pock marks, as Iâm sure you noticed. They are where the freshly dead dropped down from, but they were once the means of travel. One of them will get you where you need to go.â
âHow will I know which one?â
âPerhaps a friend will guide you,â he shrugged, not just looking out the window with his eyeless head but walking to the translucent wall. He pointed as something, someone, wandering in the light, looking lost, looking tired. âThere is your ally, they will take you where you need to go, if you trust them.â
âThank you,â Casteval said, though he did not feel too much gratitude. While Geinif had told him so new things and had cleared out the horror of being the true Casteval, his demeanor was one of a bully and that was not something that Casteval could commend. He stood, half expecting Geinif to escort him back into the main building of the Temple, but was instead ignored. That was fine. It was not too difficult to find his way back.
At the counter he saw Arnestie on one knee, arms wrapped around Palisse. She wasnât crying, the redness of her eyes had faded back to their normal honey color, but she held onto xim all the same. Cursette was behind the counter, reading the book that Palisse had abandoned.
Upon seeing Casteval, Palisse and Arnestie pulled away from each other and she hurried over, bowing to him as if that were a custom that anyone still upheld. He didnât know when she had died, there was a chance it was still a thing when she was alive.
âIâm sorry!â she whimpered, her head still down, her eyes not meeting his, âI shouldnât have told you all that, I should have double checked first. I didnât know what I was talking about. I caused you undue anxiety. Iâm so sorry.â
âHey,â he put a hand out, resting it on her shoulder, âthatâs alright. You gave me more information than you were probably supposed to and I donât mind if it wasnât all true. It was true to the extent of your knowledge.â
She looked at him then and her face was so relieved that he couldnât hold her inaccuracies against her. âIs there anything else I can do for you?â
âActually, could you tell me a bit about the Forest of Purpose?â
The Palis is a vampiric creature from Iranian mythology. Known as the "foot licker," there is no agreed upon description, but it is thought to be quite hideous.
The Palis preys upon sleeping travellers in the Iranian deserts, licking the soles of their feet and draining their blood until they die. It is said that if you sleep feet-to-feet with another person, the Palis will become confused and exhaust itself searching for its victims feet.