Same caveat as SD, above.
I am Stonys, a cleric in the service of Thoth. We are the Seekers, called by our god to search out new knowledge.
My mother gave me to the Order when I was eight, crying all the while. Oh, she was crying, not I. I laughed and kissed Adept Benlil on the nose and they tell me he went red as a fat berry.
My mother had told me I was a born Seeker, the only one of her children born with a seed of curiosity in my heart that became a grasping vine the god could use to choke the life from me. So I was to serve the god and appease him. At the order, the adepts chuckled and said Thoth has no need of appeasement. He isn’t vengeful. He’s more likely to forget humanity than strike us. More likely to shrug at her loss and make a note for his lists. But they did admire her imagery and jotted it down in the Thousand Books.
And truth be told my mother probably just wanted fewer mouths to feed, fewer offerings. A bit of poetry and a girl child and she was free.
She will never understand the gift she gave me by giving me as a gift. The adepts set me free to soar or scrabble in the dust so long as I was learning. Always learning. My head is full to bursting after twelve years of their training, and when the Guild came looking for a healer I volunteered. It’s my turn to find new things to bring to the Order, new lore for the Thousand Books.
The Guild needed a healer. I needed the Guild. Thoth has written my secret name in his Judgment Book and will give me his help if I am ready to learn it.
It’s easier to learn when you listen instead of speaking, so I’ll stop talking now.