The girl grabbing Tesdes’ arm was dressed in such elaborately tailored clothes that he was surprised that she could move. Her overvest was to her knees on one side and above her hip on the other, and closed with what had to be fifty teeny pearl buttons – and that was just one layer.
She was going to find the uniform she was carrying very boring, he thought.
That was secondary. She was grabbing. Grabbing! His arm. He looked at her hand, looked at his arm, looked back at her hand.
She dropped his arm and shook her head. “People! All right, yes, we don’t technically know each other, but you’re Tesdes, right?”Continue reading →
I’ve been doing a bit of conlang over on Patreon this month as I play with people’s names in Reiassan and their post-Edally titles.
But I realized that a core concept of Calenyen, the language, had no word: Use
Time to fix that!
Calenyen has three grammatical genders:
Useful/of Use – toka Useless/with no use – tyok Beyond use – etok
-tok- is used only in this setting and for nothing else. Discussing use as -tok- is a philosophical concept that is intensely important to the Calenyena from their goat-herding days through to their Industrial Revolution and beyond.
Every one of the nine houses of Edally Academy has its own tower (which serves as a dormitory and social area), its own classroom building, its own uniform colors, and its own sigil.
House Gepmingippai (Geppai*) are the people you want to talk to if you want your school uniform to fit right; they are the school of Fashion and Textiles.
Weaving and knitting, sewing and embroidery are all the purview of House Geppai. (GEP-pie). Their perfectly-tailored, usually very carefully embroidered uniforms are in goldenrod, fushsia, and lime, the most brilliant colors that they can dye and nodding to no one god at all.
Their sigil is a needle athwart a loom, or just the needle, sometimes crossed with knitting needles. Continue reading →
The monitor had come down from somewhere in the north, escorted by two soldiers and walking as if she thought that the ground in the enclave would stick to her and ruin her boots.
The biggest building in the enclave was the Temple of the Three, but instead of that room, she had called them all into the town hall, every child of the appropriate age, past the changing of the voice but before the full adult growth had been reached. Not that most of them weren’t already taller than the monitor, Saydrie noticed, not without some rather unkind pleasure.
She had a list of names and read them off – or attempted to. “Genkee. Zadree. An- Tanton. No, I said Zadree.”Continue reading →