|Kastuša is from the Erzya epic Mastorava.|
Y Pyrydy yf StylyThe young lord fidgeted uncomfortably.Y Pyrydy yf Styly by Lemniskate
„Why need musts learn I all these sigils? It’s not like I’ll ever see half of these ones.”
Young Lord Yryc Wryth was an unusually quarrelsome child of ought-and-nine, his hair bussed by fire; almost, almost a man grown, almost.
Proefessyr Cylmyry shoved a parchment aside as he sighed, being done with it.
„My lord, knowledge is a weapon sharper than any bidenhänder. You musts needs well be trained if you hope to ever reclaim your own house’s ancient seat.”
Yryc liked the old proefessyr well enough, but well, he had enough of these fruitless lessons.
„But why do I needs must musts to know the sigils of the houses from the Mountains of Glaciers, or of those ones from the Forest of Rain? Why are there even houses over the whole of Northeasteros? The Puffed Cheeks from the Peninsula of Toothpicks are hunters who worship the God of Stereotypical Activity of its Believers and the Wiggling Ears of Shape