101st Ashan, 720
Location: Luna's Dream Orphanage
"How?" Lana wanted to know.
"Well...I found this silver ring when I was on my way here totrial." Ari'sora began as she showed the ring she had found to the kids.
The kids looked at the ring curiously. Several of the girls oohed and awed over it, telling her how beautiful it was.
"We could make up a story about this ring."
"How?" a little boy asked.
And that was the question, wasn't it? Ari'sora knew how to make up a story when she wanted to. She had done so many times in the past. But she had never really thought about how she did it, or tried to put the process into words. Now that she had been asked, she needed to do so. More importantly, she needed to be able to explain it in a way that the children could understand.
"We start by asking questions. Like...I found this ring in the Sweetwine Woods. It was nestled in a little nest between two roots at the base of a large tree. Who does this ring belong to? How did it end up where I found it this morning? Is there anything special about this ring?" Ari'sora asked.
She could think of several other questions off the top of her head, but she wanted the kids to start thinking up questions of their own. In doing so, they would really become a part of the story they would create together.
"There are all kinds of questions that we can try to answer. Asking questions about something like this and trying to come up with answers for those questions is one of the ways that a story is born." she explained.
"So who wants to start first?"
"Um...I think that that ring used to belong to a little girl like me." Lana said shyly.
Ari'sora grinned at the child, and nodded.
"I think so too. Do you know what that little girl's name was?"
Lana shook her head, but an older girl raised her hand.
"Zira. I had a younger sister named Zira once. But she died of the same sickness that killed my parents." the girl said when Ari'sora called on her.
"That's good. So that's one question answered. We know that this silver ring used to belong to a little girl named Zira. Now; how do all of the best stories start?"
"Once upon a time!" several of the kids called out.
Ari'sora grinned again.
"Exactly. So...once upon a time, there was a little girl named Zira. She was a normal girl, just like any other. But there was one thing that made her special. She had a silver ring that...hmm. Where did she get her ring?"
"I know, I know! Her grandmother gave it to her! And her grandmother was a wise old woman that everyone in her village loved and respected." one of the boys called out.
"That's perfect. So...once upon a time, there was a little girl named Zira. She was a normal girl, just like any other. But there was one thing that made her special. She had a silver ring that her grandmother gave her on her tenth birthday. Her grandmother was the wise woman of their village. Everyone loved and respected her. They came to her for advice any time they had a problem, or if someone in their family was sick. Farmers came to ask her when the best time for planting crops would be. Hunters and fishermen asked her where they should look for prey. And every time anyone saw Zira's grandmother, she was wearing a beautiful silver ring. Until she gave it to Zira, that is."
The kids smiled happily as she told them a story woven out of the bits of information they had given her.
It's strange. None of this is true...and yet, none of it is a lie, either. Not really. A story is just that; a story. Something that is created to entertain others. Unless it is a retelling of a historical event, or a biography about a person, or something that is meant to teach people, then it isn't really supposed to be true. And knowing that from the start means that it isn't the same thing as lying. she mused to herself.