A person of Neshiyah
Tirzah Eshel, child
Child
Tirzah Eshel
Child, about 3 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Tirzah Eshel is two, small-boned and serious, with the Eshel nose and a fine dark fuzz on her skull that the river wind keeps mussing. She sits on the bank for long stretches, not watching the water but alongside it, thumb in her mouth, hot temper flaring only when her father lifts her from the mud. The town notes she trusts no one fully, which they find fitting for one who speaks that waking sentence—*the fog is just fog*—a phrase Uriel records as her first, though other parents hear their children parrot their own small truths. She wants the river to stay. They see her as gentle, and a little apart.
Temperament
Content not to ask; trusting, within reason; hot-tempered; happiest alone; given to sitting by the river.
What people say
Tirzah Eshel 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 49 Uriel Eshel says that their new daughter, Tirzah Eshel, wakes from sleep repeating words no one taught: "the fog is just fog."
- day 49 A daughter, Tirzah Eshel, was born to Uriel Eshel.