Eoe was still talking about the carc race.
Those
who had gone on deeming Eoe an obscure patch like a blemish upon the surface
of a vast and varied planet said it was a mistake in judgment by which
they meant someone had bribed the judges with
a tank full of Glabidge wine or cakes rolled in Vooooric dust.
But
that, any sane Eoeun knew, which is to say all Eoeun except those who lived
in the Long Rift, was only bitter mouth. Bitter mouth and dry cheeks, they
laughed and lifting their lidded tankards high toasted those who were no
longer there. Like skam bugs they were, Eoeun chuckled, jumping about the
planet's surface in search of races.
Those
who left said Eoe would talk about the carc race until the next because
nothing else ever happened there.
Of course that was incorrect.
There
was more than 1 outlander to mutter tightly over a shoulder, darkly down
a chin, that something could, something should happen to it. Others, who
could easily bet on other races, merely shrugged. They said Eoeun continued
to talk about it because they were simple, a childish race, lumpy and unleavened.
The
Eoeun laughed at this, too. The opinions of others amused them.