SITTING UP I LOOK AWAY (AND SEE EVERYTHING)
Soot above and blood below
They say, it's been a long time since young Burakh granted Tycheek successor girl the new playhorse instead the of the old one, sadly lost to the Sand Filth area, and not a single change touched her height, her age, her demeanor. Kapella, the youth jealous hence youth wise, considers Taya should thank how rare there in Abattoir they do take the baths and wash their necks clean. Oh, the Abattoir. Soot above and blood below: Taya should keep her dad's gift clean from them both, still. Before it was the butchers' duty to help her, now it's a yoke around the former foreman's neck. Wasn't murdered old Oyun. He will die just like that, later, of those bad nodes on said neck. These days, he is the said playhorse replacement. And these days, Taya comes to understand: one can not reach the true power without getting their hands (and, sadly, feet) dirty. So she starts just changing the socks.
The wind instrument finally gets a name: Gonorrhea (blame Sticky and how deep he got his nose into Bachelor's Dankovsky medical books)
