Who knew demolition could be so much fun?
Oh, man, I’m having a blast tearing things apart.
(Ask me again when we get to the insulation, but for now…)
BANG! There goes another piece of drywall.
BAMMMM! There goes a cross piece!
Bang bang bang! Continue reading
Planetary Day 321
Lei has something new to distract him from the joy water (and how nigh-impossible it is to get to the sea on foot from where we are, now); he has been domesticating the knee-highs – and teaching them tricks.
They are relatively friendly, if you keep them away from wires; we had discussed using the old trick of putting a cyanide-like compound on them, but both Lei and our three pregnant mothers complained.
So we’re using some spare plascrete armoring on wires & trying to keep them out of our beds.
But at least Lei isn’t trying to drown himself in joy water anymore?
Or-en-al-en was not sure what had happened to reno life.
One moment, ren had been working in the forest, seeking out the best fronds for a rug-weaving, reno specialty. The next moment, ren had been nearly killed by a death-thing from the sky!
That had been nearly an entire sun cycle past.
Now ren spent all of reno time talking to the Smartest Ones, the Ladies, or, might the depths protect ren, the Highest.
And yet there was still nothing ren could tell any of them, and reno rugs were unwoven and reno home was unsoftened.
Ren found that more and more, ren wished the brightness of death-fire, only, on the hyu-men who had sent this death-thing.
Except on the days of the full blue moon, when all stood in the center of town and spoke. Then, the ones who were most lovely wished to speak to Or-en-al-en, because ren spoke to the Ladies.
Then, ren thought the death-thing might not have been so awful.
These are a few microfics, written to prompts for my Renovations Prompt Mini-Call (which is still open as long as I keep getting prompt).
Claim the Sun
The tree was ancient, the sort of monster that managed to live through a convergence of luck and good soil, best placement and the weakness of her neighbors. She had sucked up all the sunlight for what seemed, to the younger trees, like miles. And she had, in turn, sucked up lightning blasts.
It had been the last one that killed her, cutting through old scar tissue and toppling her in a crash louder than any thunder. Continue reading