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Sunday, September 30, 2018
Character Interview with Honnu, a young Vushlu
Here's another character interview, this time with Honnu, one of the main Vushlu characters in my SF novel Water to Water. Honnu's family are fisher folk and live by the sea. This interview takes place around the time the story begins, on the beach, in late afternoon. Honnu is cleaning a fishing boat.
Q. Hello. I hope I’m not disturbing –
A. Watch out! I’m using seawater here.
Q. It’s splashing all over you. Isn’t that a problem?
A. Not with this suit on. [He gestures along his body.]
It’ll keep the water out for years and years yet.
Q. Do you have such suits for visitors? For rent, perhaps?
A. Sorry, no. They take a long time to make. We only get
them when we’re done growing, and then we keep them for a long time. Let me
just finish up here, and we can talk.
[a few minutes later]
All done! I have a few minutes before I go do chores.
Q. I gather you fish for a living.
A. That’s right.
Q. Do you like it?
A. [a slight pause] Pretty well. I like working with other
people. More when they appreciate my help, which they mostly do. Of
course, I like it better some days than others. In hot season, it’s cooler out
on the water than on land – though the suit does make me warmer than I’d be
otherwise. Cold season, that can get, well, cold, suit or no suit. And
I get pretty tired by the end of the day. But it’s better than being bored.
[another pause] Not that I’m never bored.
Q. Do you picture yourself doing anything different, later
in your life?
A. [scuffs a hind foot in the sand] I’d like to see more of
the world, someday, somehow. I hear stories – mainly from the Weesah
peddler who comes here – and I want to see for myself whether they’re true, and
what other stories might be out there waiting to be found.
[someone calls Honnu’s name from a nearby dwelling]
I’d better go. Chores, like I said. It was nice talking to
you. If you want to come with me, you could maybe stay for dinner. The peddler
brought sausages, and we’ll be having a campfire.