Archive | January 2016

Witch’sona week

Because I wanted to, I wrote up my witch’sona

Picture her in the woods, because that’s where she was born.

There’s a giant maple tree there, with roots that have pushed out of the surrounding loam, and that’s where she’s sitting. Communing.

Her hair is brown-and-ash, the color of the bark, and her skirts are green-and-brown, like the moss and the fallen leaves. Thistle-purple lace peeks out from under her skirts, and from under her sleeves, which are long and leather, to fend off the sharp things that live in the woods.

Her feet are bare, because some sharp things are worth enduring to know what the lay of the land is, and her stocking cap is long and striped, the pompom at the tip getting lost in her hair.

She doesn’t smile, but her expression is calm, and her hands are still. This is where she belongs.

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Languary Day 24

The end goal of Languary is to translate into your conlang one of the sentences from this list. I couldn’t decide, so I used and got:

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. —Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)

Verb Object (Object adjective) (adverb) Subject (subject adjective)

This will probably take more than one post, because I have to take it apart and put it back together again, and I have NONE of those words.

I write this [while] sitting in the kitchen sink.

Write this – sitting kitchen sink while in – I

To Write, Hunsha

First person present tense.
Present tense third person singular is -art
Present tense, surrounding: -artfea

Present tense, first person singular present: -arn

I write, Hunsharn

This, that, those din, dom, dush

Hunsharn din, I write this (more to come!)

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Trouble in Cloverleaf, continued, for @InspectrCaracal, exactly 409 words

after this.

This story is of questionable canonicalness – it probably happened, probably about 100 years after Cya & Leo graduate from Addergoole (or about 93 years after the end of the world) – but the exact date is up in the air, as well as some details.

It follows the Apollo/Boom stuff you can find on top on the Boom tag by about 2 years.

Luke knew he wasn’t thinking straight. He was flying erratically. He was having trouble controlling his wing movements when not in flight. His fists were clenching and unclenching. He hadn’t been this stressed, this worried, in decades.

There were groups the Addergoole teachers and staff monitored, most but not all of them Addergoole grads. Boom had always been Drake and Luke’s purview, because they were the two teachers least likely to be sent away.

Luke knew, more than anyone else outside the crew, how Boom was balanced, and how precarious that balance was. If Cya had just thrown that whole balance out of whack – for whatever reason – he was looking at chaos, disaster, and the possibility of World War Four.

He landed with a thump far enough outside the city to not worry their guards. Cloverleaf had an efficient police force. He’d always assumed they needed such a force to deal with the threats of this post-apocalypse world: dragons and Nedetakai, lawless humans and the few remaining returned gods. He’d counted their numbers and wondered what would happen if he had to attack Cloverleaf, or if Cloverleaf attacked Addergoole, but he’d kept his concerns secret. Regine didn’t need to know. Mike would draw his own conclusions.

Cynara balanced by the rest of her crew would not go to war with Addergoole. The rest of the crew balanced by Cynara would not go to war with Addergoole. He’d watched them and run the numbers. He’d talked it over quietly with Shira and Laurel; he’d decided they weren’t a threat.

And now, now when he’d gotten everything calm, when he’d gotten used to the stability of Cloverleaf on his border, when everything had been normal for fifty years, now Cynara had to go and screw everything up.

Why? He stomped through the city, not minding that he was making a scene. He’d been visiting enough that they were comfortable with him now – guards, runners, shopkeepers. He’d been here enough that he was comfortable here.

He wondered if that had been part of Cynara’s plan. He’d been thinking of her as sort of a mini-Regine, and Regine wouldn’t have thought of calming down the opposing Mara. But Regine was a scientifically-minded super-genius Grigori (if that wasn’t saying the same thing three times), and Cynara hadn’t even gone to college.

What was she up to, and why now? He stomped into Leo’s dojo, ignoring the students who tried to stop him.


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Sting Marydel and the Cliffs of Anterior, Part 5

Part one:
Part two:
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Part four:

These people just did not give up. “Look.” Spike tried to sound reasonable. “I’m not a team player. I’m not a joiner. I like climbing rocks, not chasing down jocks, and I spend more time on video games than hanging out with my friends.”

“And when David Cominsky slipped on a wet rock last week…?”

Sting shifted his weight onto his heels. How did she know about that? Dave wasn’t going to tell anyone, Cari hadn’t seen what had happened, and he sure as hell hadn’t told a soul.

“I saved him. He’s my friend.” He’d grabbed for Dave’s hand, and everything had been wet. He’d seen the second Dave’s fingers slipped out of his, and then he’d been holding Dave’s wrist. It had been impossible.

But the alternative was Dave in pieces at the bottom of the gorge, and Dave dying wasn’t an acceptable option.

The NABU woman had her eyebrows raised. Sting took a step backwards. “That doesn’t make me army material!”

“I told you, we don’t pull from the same pool as the Army. We’re interested in talented people who are bright, clever, and, frankly, not sure what to do with themselves, and we’re interested in people who sometimes have strange things happen around them.”

“This is just not happening.” He stepped backwards, shaking his head. “Look, you’ve got to be gone before my parents get home. I don’t want to explain a whole bunch of uniformed people on the doorstep.”

“We’ll leave when we have your agreement to come in for testing at the local base.” She smiled, not a pleasant expression. “I imagine by now we’re already the source of quite a bit of gossip.”

Sting sighed. “You’re not going to budge, are you?”

“I am, as a matter of fact, renowned for my lack of budging.”

He could agree and then not show up. Of course, then they’d probably just come bug him again. Or drag him off. “Tomorrow fine? It’s supposed to be raining.”

“Tomorrow at ten.” She handed him a brochure. “We’ll see you there.”


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77 words of Discovery

Discovery Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
I was aiming for exactly 77 words. 🙂

Getting two ships close enough to converse, especially warships of very different designs, was not a quick process, and it was based in part on trust.

Captain Titrian & the garishly-dressed foreign captain relied instead on mutual curiosity and a great deal of hand-waving, while their ruler stood at the bow, smiling, accompanied by a nervous-looking attendant.

Titrian didn’t blame the attendant. He had been listing the ways this could go wrong; he was up to thirty-seven.

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Languary Day 23: The Book (and questions)

What will the reader do with the text?

(Do Text-with what reader?)

shufa, to do

Who, What, Where, When, Why:
Nen, nib, neath, nash, nom

Third person future tense: -alss

[cha, chea, choe, chi: for, of, at, in], chur, with

–Shufalls futheat sha – chur ssrussolss-

[personal profile] inventrix:Eat it.

Fifishart Futheat sha ssrussolss.

(the reader devours the book)

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When the Angels Came, a story of the Faerie Apocalypse, is available for Patreon patrons

Ciarán Wiegand was the unfortunate soul that saw the first creature flying in.

Ciarán was so fresh out of Basic that the fact they were in a war really hadn’t quite sunk in, and he’d gotten sent out here, out to the ass end of nowhere, where there really wasn’t, yet, any sort of war.

There were creatures, he knew, taking over many of the major cities all over the world…

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Homesteading: Loaves and Lessons

I have been learning things about bread!

If you are an experienced bread baker, most of these things will probably not be news to you. Some of them are not /recent/ news to me but I still find them interesting.

What I have been learning recently is about tenderness, crispness, and longevity.

My normal go-to loaf is Oatmeal Toasting and Sandwich Bread. It’s got milk and honey in it, it’s got whole wheat flour in it, it’s tender, it’s got a small, fine crust, and it’s great for toasting.

But I was making baked brie, and that needs a bread that can hold up to dipping.

(this, which I ended up using, is not really quite french bread. But it works).

Take away most of the sugar and all of the fat, and you end up with a crisper loaf. Increase hydration and reduce kneading in the proofing stage, and you end up with bubbles in the bread. These things I knew, but it was neat to see them in process.

What I didn’t know but learned fast was that if you take away all that fat, the bread goes stale much, much faster. That was a learning experience!

And it did, by the way, work great dipped in a drippy baked brie with fig spread. And just as great with fancy butter, toasted on top the wood stove.

Next up? Brioche!

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