In related news:
I’ve been contemplating people to tell me what their favorite story of mine has been, with eventually putting together a curated e-book of Best of the Giraffe. Worth an extra prompt being written, perhaps, or an additional 100-200 words on a story. Thoughts?
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This was going to be a post about colours!
And I have those, too:
kāt – red
lenal – orange
patō – yellow
tōtyō – green
dēdun – blue
bezhya – indigo
galō – purple
leten – black
telun – white
lēlē – grey
Then I realized that red-face (or face-red) is a reference to the war leader, for the paint they once used to mark themselves in battle.
kalō – face
kalōkāt – red-face, war-leader – this leads to kalokākab (big war leader) –> calenkat –> Cālenta (calenka?)
kalōlen – orange-face. This is a courtesan or a “fancy lady,” from the proto-Bitrani women the Cālenyena encountered who painted their face with an orangey-red cosmetic.
And, from the fact that both of these leave a yellow residue when hastily wiped off:
kalōpatō – Yellow-face, someone lying about what they are, a fake.
Which led me to
tezyu – goat-hair
lanut – braid
And lanutez goat-hair braid: someone who is pretending to be something they’re not, a poser.
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Approx. year 30 of the Addergoole School, a Friday-night staff party. Just about 10 years before the Myst/Luke drabbles. Yes, Luke is slow.
“Luke’s in love.” Mike stared at her drink. “I hate when he’s in love.” Her drink was, inexplicably, empty.
“You have such a wide data set to know that from?” Shira Pelletier poured Mike another drink.
“Yes.” She chugged the drink, and sulked at its emptiness again. “He’s been in love three times before, and each time it’s sucked.”
“Even when it was your daughter?” This time, Shira filled the glass with a clear liquid. Mike sniffed it: water.
“Even when it’s my daughter.” Mike flopped backwards onto the couch, her head in Shira’s lap. Shira petted nicely. It was a pity sh really didn’t want anything to do with Mike. The Daeva couldn’t figure that one out. Wasn’t she pretty enough?
“Well, Mike, I think you need a distraction. Because if the last time is any indication, it’s going to take Luke at least a decade to figure this one out.”
“I’m going to need a lot of distractions.”
“Or one persistent one. You could fall in love too, you know.”
Mike peeked up at Shira, but she wasn’t talking about herself. “Anyone in mind?”
“Nobody yet. But bring them to me, when you find them, and I’ll tell you if you’re on the right track.”
“You’re going to screen my dates?” Yes, she was serious. Smiling at him, but smiling with that just-watch-me sort of expression.
“Not your dates, Meckil. Not your bed buddies. But the one you should fall in love with? Yes, I will screen them.”
“What if there isn’t anyone?”
“Oh, Mike. You have to start looking before you can decide you’re not going to find anyone.”
“Yes, ma’am.” What else was there to say?
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I have taken 12 of the suggested topics and merged them into one poll. Which topics would you most like to see?
(LJ users, please vote in DW, or in the comments. No more than 6 choices per person, please)
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