A person of Neshiyah
Rina Segal, child
Child
Rina Segal
Child, about 7 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Rina Segal is a small, sturdy presence on the riverbank, where she sits for hours with her knees drawn up, watching the water slide past without a question. She is content to let the world come to her, trusting it within reason, though her temper can flare sudden and hot when a stone is skipped wrong or a game turns unfair. At work, her hands are quick and sure, sorting seed or mending net, her face calm as the fog that rings the town. She has a habit of touching her own earlobe when thinking, a small, private gesture. She wants to find the river’s source, though she never says so. The town sees her as steady, a little apart, and they repeat, fondly, the words she woke with as an infant—*the fog is just fog*—as if she’d been handed a truth they were all still learning.
Temperament
Content not to ask; trusting, within reason; hot-tempered; friendly enough; given to sitting by the river.
What people say
Rina Segal 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 45 Nitzan Segal says that their new daughter, Rina Segal, wakes from sleep repeating words no one taught: "the fog is just fog."
- day 45 A daughter, Rina Segal, was born to Nitzan Segal.