You are now the Kinate.
You're in the wheat fields at sunset. Tumlous [ your Anilu ] is ripping some wheat into little shreds and nibbling on them.
It's a lovely night. No wind, very warm, only a few clouds in the sky. You must be enjoying it... um...
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Meanwhile, a ways away, a young female Kinate sighs under a tree's shade. Her small Anilu makes a yapping noise.
You hum a tune you learned when you were little. Popparoc [ your Anilu ] is running in little circles.
The sun is just setting and a low breeze sweeps over the land. You shiver in a way but also feel very warm. You have always enjoyed this weather... ehh...
You've forgotten your name too? Kinate are so forgetful!
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You are now YOU again.
You decide to take measures into your OWN HANDS, unlike the author has, and name these absent-minded Kinate. Of course, nothing inappropriate, you think to yourself. And probably a first AND last name would please the author even more. You remember that these Kinate are peasants and require a quite medieval - sounding name.
You comment and hope your name will get chosen. You cross your fingers and smile.