A person of Neshiyah
Rimon Kfir, child
Child
Rimon Kfir
Child, about 21 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Rimon Kfir is fourteen, all elbows and scuffed boots, the kind of child who can’t stand still long enough to finish a sentence. They work the east field with their mother, Liesl, but their mind is always elsewhere, turning over stones, poking at fence posts, asking the miller questions he doesn’t have answers for. Their habit is to pause mid-task, squint at the fog, and mutter something—half to themselves, half to the sky. The town smiles at this, calls it a quirk. But Rimon wants to walk into the white wall, just once, to see if the world ends or simply continues. They believe the fields need working, true enough, but they also believe the fog is just fog, and that dream from their first night still hums under their skin like a second heartbeat.
Temperament
Curious to a fault; trusting, within reason; hot-tempered; happiest alone; never still.
What people say
Rimon Kfir 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 52 Rimon Kfir the child fell ill with the valley fever and lost three days to it.
- day 47 Leah Navon and Rimon Kfir talked a long while at the square.
- day 31 Liesl Kfir says that their new daughter, Rimon Kfir, wakes from sleep repeating words no one taught: "the fog is just fog."
- day 31 A daughter, Rimon Kfir, was born to Liesl Kfir.