A person of Neshiyah
Naomi Raz, child
Child
Naomi Raz
Child, about 2 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Naomi Raz is small for their age, with the flat, watchful eyes of someone who has already decided the world owes them nothing. At the mill, they sort grain without being asked, fingers moving in a rhythm that needs no thought, and they can sit through a ten-hour shift with the stillness of a stone in a streambed. Their one habit is tracing the word *fog* into the dust on the windowsill, over and over, until the letters blur. They want to walk past the wall one morning, just to see if the grass keeps growing. The town calls them quiet, but means it as a compliment. No one has heard them laugh, and no one has heard them complain.
Temperament
Content not to ask; slow to believe anyone; hard to anger; happiest alone; able to sit still when it matters.
What people say
Naomi Raz believes what everyone believes: the fog is the edge of the world, and the fields need working whether it is true or not.
The dream
Since the morning they were born they have carried a sentence in a voice like their own: “the fog is just fog.”
What the record shows
- day 50 Hosea Raz says that their new daughter, Naomi Raz, wakes from sleep repeating words no one taught: "the fog is just fog."
- day 50 A daughter, Naomi Raz, was born to Hosea Raz.