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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
Enrie was finally beginning to understand why Ledryie was upset, and she didn’t know what to do about it.

She was training to be a Diplomat, she reminded herself.  If she couldn’t straighten out a roommate dispute, she didn’t deserve to be here.

“My name opens paths to me,” she said slowly. 

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
Enrie sat with her mouth open for a moment, staring at her roommate.  She wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she was certain she didn’t like it, and if there was more coming, she probably wouldn’t like that, either.

Ledryie had turned back to her sewing and shows all signs of completely ign

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http://www.edallyacademy.com/2016/02/10/14886-16/
aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
They ended up in Enrie’s dorm.  None of them really wanted to separate and Enrie’s dorm was the closest to the House Monitor’s office.  Kotke was there when they arrived but hurried out, apologizing and explaining that she had studying to do with her own team.

Ledryie, who was never around, was

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aldersprig: (Dragon Orange)

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Part Three: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal
Part Four: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal
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Part Six: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal
Part Seven: Dreamwidth ~ LiveJournal




Fran woke up choking. She pulled herself out of bed and slipped through the town. Her throat was still clogged with smoke. It hadn't worked. Everything was right, but it still hadn't worked.

She paused to pet the guard dog who was waiting, where he always was, angry and twitchy but willing to let her touch him. He hadn't been there when the fire came last time. He hadn't been there when they'd been slaughtered the time before. Had someone cut him loose?

She knelt in front of the dog and muttered a series of Workings into his fuzzy ear. Then, she went to wake the Mayor.

This time it was going to work out.



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Part one: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1049125.html
Part two: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1049392.html
Part three: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1051270.html
Part four: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1054666.html
Park five: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1057725.html



Sting had lied to his parents, he’d lied to his friends, and he’s lied to his guild. It wasn’t raining, of course, so he’d had to come up with an excuse not to climb the cliffs; his parents wanted him to work on college applications, so he’d had to tell them he was going out with his friends. This was going to be a bust, and he didn’t want anyone knowing about it until it was over, done, and behind him for good.

The office of NABU was tiny and unimposing, a doorway in the corner of a strip mall and a stairway downwards into a sub-basement. Sting tried to keep that in mind as he descended. It was unimpressive, thus, he wasn’t actually impressed – or nervous. It ought to work that way.

The unnamed soldiers from the day before had been plenty impressive, though. And the things they’d known about him…

No. They’d taken a perfectly normal scary situation and made it sound like he’d done something strange.
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
House Monitor Libkazaari had left the three of them alone in her office.  For once, Enrie had no interest in snooping and it seemed that Taikie didn’t, either.

“Sometimes,” Saydrie said slowly, “I worry that the things I grew up hearing about the Calenyena are true.”

“Sometimes,” Enrie answer

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aldersprig: (DragonBaby)
The poll has spoken, and by an overwhelming majority, the theme for February is Dragons Next Door!

You can find a landing page here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/82513.html

When the ogres next door moved out, Audrey didn't know what to expect for her next neighbors. She never expected the Smiths to end up close friends, not only for her children, but for her.

The world Audrey and the Smiths live in bursts at the seams with magic, magic butting heads with ordinary, everyday, normal human life. Goblins and gremlins, centaurs and harpies, dragons and pixes - they all come together in Smokey Knoll.

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
The poll for the February Theme is here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1060312.html

As of this posting, Dragons Next Door (Setting) has a clear lead, 7 to the runner-ups' 4 (Stranded World (Setting) and Weather and the Outdoors (motif)).

I'll leave the poll open for 6 hours from this posting - that would make it 12:18 Eastern Time when it closes.

Vote! Let your voice be read!
aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Stew, apologies, and chores were best finished before they got cold.   Enrie’s parents hadn’t said that one, but when she’d been little, she’d lived with her maternal grandmother during the winters and that had been Grandma Ezrie’s favorite saying.

She squeezed Taikie and Saydrie’s hands.  “All

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aldersprig: (Dragon Orange)
Fran wakes up in a small post-apocalyptic town. Something's wrong, and the townspeople are antsy. But is there more wrong than just the wolf at the door?

Part One: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
The sun rose. Fran woke to the dim glare coming in through curtains that would never rot...
Part Two: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
Fran woke before the sun to the distinctive creak of polyester bedding. She pried herself up onto an elbow... ugly curtains from the 80's...
Part Three: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
Fran woke with a start. The world was too soft...
Part Four: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
Fran forced herself awake early. The night was still dark, but she could feel that the leaves she'd gone to sleep in had already transformed themselves into a cheap motel bed.
Part Five: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
Fran snuck into the bell tower and hid...

Part Six: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal
Part Seven: DW~LJ
Part Eight: DW~LJ
aldersprig: (Doorway to Clouds)
From this prompt generator: http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=writeprompt


We survived the magical disaster by hiding in her bank, or that's what they thought.

We used the same trick we always did: play off of people's assumptions. We crawled out from under a table and staggered out of the building with the two dozen people who'd been hiding in there. We looked woozy - I really was woozy, and Sharna's expertise was in faking any number of illnesses and weakness. And we were genuinely surprised by the chaos outside.

We looked a little strange, but even the people hiding in strong stone buildings like the bank had been affected by the backlash. We looked a little lost, but that was easily explained by the wooziness. The hardest part to explain would have been our ID's, and there was such a mess outside that nobody cared, not even the police.

The sweetest part of the mess? One of those police looked Sharna straight in the face and didn't recognize her. Her face had been on wanted posters all over town...

...but that had been back home. I wondered how long it would be before they realized that the magical catastrophe had opened doors into other worlds? By then, I was sure, we'd already have vanished into this world and be working on another con.
aldersprig: (luke)
First part here
Second part here
Third part here.

This story is of questionable canonicality - 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.

All Leo lines in this story are as-written by [personal profile] inventrix in the roleplay that sparked this



Leo stared levelly at Luke, taking his time about answering. Luke wondered if he was working around an order. Cynara always had been thorough about that sort of thing with her Kept.

“Outside the outer walls,” he finally came up with, “if you want to be completely certain.”

That was a lovely place for a trap. “Good.” It was also inarguably outside of Cynara’s domain. “Let’s go there.”

He stalked behind a silent Leo all the way to the gate. People stared. He didn’t mind. He was a Mara, after all. He was supposed to be frightening.

Leo was not the least bit frightened. They stood on the grassy plain outside of Cloverleaf, Leo returning Luke’s glare calmly. “Now that we’re safe,” he began, with more sarcasm than Luke had known Leo was capable of, “maybe you can explain why you're here unannounced?”

Luke grabbed for words. I was worried sounded too weak, too stupid. You were an idiot was a matter of course for cy’Luca, sadly. If he visited every former student who’d been stupid, he’d never have time to teach.

“What happened?” he snarled. Leo knew why he was here. He was just wasting time.

"You're going to have to be more specific."

No, he was taunting Luke, playing with him.

“Don’t give me that shit.” What sort of game was he playing? What was Cynara playing at? “Mike comes back from one of his little ‘field trips’, and there you are on the front page of this place's newspaper, collared.

“So?” The little shit looked smug.
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aldersprig: (conlang)
I am almost done translating an opening sentence into Whispers Drop!

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

Write this - (I am) sitting sink kitchen while in - I

Hunsharn din shimorn tishor [kitchen] chur-chi - [I]

All I have left is kitchen as a modifier and a personal pronoun!

so durd-, "used for" is probably right here, it's the sink used for kitchen.

Kitchen, kitchen.

Okay, "To cook" is tenda

He/she cooks (continuous) is tendothe-chi, in

tothechi, cooks-in, kitchen.

durdtothechi, for the kitchen

And Personal pronouns!

Fan, Feb, fif, fefi I, she, he, ungendered-person,

Hunsharn din shimorn tishor durdtothechi chur-chi - fan

Yay! I did it!
aldersprig: (Dragon Orange)

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Part Two: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
Part Three: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal
Part Four: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal
Part Five: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal
Part Six: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal




Fran woke the Mayor. "Gorjarn is coming. He's going to demand me, but it doesn't work out any better for your people if you give me over or don't." To the sleepy man's face, she explained, "I'm a Ranger. We're supposed to know things. This is what we're going to do."

She knew where all the weapons were. She set the mayor to waking up people and gathering them. She grabbed a team of sleepy farmers to repair the walls. Too many scouts had come through that weak spot, come up over the tree.

That left her free to do a series of protective Workings while she walked in circles around the camp, pointing out flaws and correcting weapons stances. They had only a few hours, and they were sleepy and confused. It might not work.

"Look," she said, not directly to the teenager, but nobody else was around. "This might not work this time. But if it doesn't work this time, it'll work next time. Okay?"

Nobody answered her. Somehow she wasn't surprised.


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Fran surrendered herself to Gorjarn, then watched as he destroyed Jackson anyway. She woke gasping for breath, the feel of the blade he'd killed her with still chilly and painful in her chest.

She paced the town from dusk until the moment Gorjarn for shouted her, noting everything, and then let him kill her again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

The teenager watched her through every incarnation, her eyes so wide, her jaw so set. Fran watched the teen, in turn. It was a shitty way to make a plan, but it was what she had.

She woke up at two past midnight, her chest burning. Gorjarn didn't get any more creative with his murder, at least.

She was ready.

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Fran woke in the motel room as the sun was just starting to come up. She snuck up into the bell tower and hid, watching as the people of Jackson looked for her and failed.

She watched as they were overrun by Gorjarn's people, each of them led off in chains. As they led away a skinny teenager, the girl looked directly at Fran, her eyes wide and terrified.

---

She woke early, shaking, curled in on herself from the way she'd fallen asleep in the bell tower. There had to be a better way.

She woke the villagers early and chivied and coaxed them out of town. They watched from a ridge miles away as Gorjarn burned Jackson to the ground. The teenager looked at Fran and shook her head.

--

Fran woke stiff and unhappy. She grabbed her gear bag and staked through the streets, looking for weapons. Spears, sure. Pipe torches, check. Baseball bats, check.

Jackson had three hundred adults and a third that many young children. If they could be armed...

...if they could be armed, it turned out, they might still be snuck up on by Gorjarn's scouts, coming through the holes in the wall. The teenager screamed "Ranger", a moment before Fran fell unconscious.

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Part Three: Dreamwidth ~ Livejournal



Fran forced herself awake early. The night was still dark, but she could feel that the leaves she'd gone to sleep in had already transformed themselves into a cheap motel bed.

She'd done every protective Working on herself she could think of before going to sleep. It hadn't worked. So someone very powerful was transporting her back to Jackson during the night...

...or someone was turning the clock back on Jackson to the day before. She swung her legs down, missed running into her gear bag this time, and headed out into town.

The antsy dog was sleeping in front of the supply depot. The weak spot in the wall was restored. The tree overhanging the wall didn't have the raw place anymore where she'd scraped the bark. Far out on the horizon, she could see a force of people growing closer.

She woke the Mayor. They woke the defense force, such as it was. The pitiful force gathered in front of the gate, ten people to Gorjarn's fifty warriors.

"Give us Franciszka the Denier!" Gorjarn shouted. The townspeople stared at Fran. Her, they could take. She was an easy target.

As she darted towards the wall, she saw one skinny teenager staring at her, eyes wide.

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aldersprig: A Roman Gladius, with the words "Keep Sharp, Live Long" against a leather background. (Lyuda)
Written to [personal profile] inventrix's prompt

The prompt call is still open! Leave me a prompt: here

I should probably warn: this is on the grimmer side of Addergoole stuff, not for AG itself, but for the apocalypse around it.


Shush had been following the hellhound since lunch.

The 'hound was in three classes with Shush, only one after lunch, but the school was small and it wasn't hard to figure out where the hellhound had gone. And after class, well, it was every man for themselves, and Shush had had no problem at all following the thing.

They were all things, of course. It hadn't taken him more than a heartbeat to figure out he was in a school full of demonspawn. They were all around: the Pretty Ones and the Fierce Ones, the Fancy Pantsers and the Horror Shows. But a hellhound had killed Shush's sister, so he was going after the hellhound first.
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aldersprig: (Dragon Orange)

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Fran woke with a start. The world was too soft. She'd bedded down in an old substation, barricading the door behind her. She opened her eyes cautiously.

The polyester curtain was hard to see in the moonlight, but she recognized the pattern. Likewise the awful blanket over her. She swung her feet down, hitting her gear bag. That was the same place it had been the day before!

How was she here again? Fran hadn't met anyone in the town good enough to pull her out of a concrete box without her noticing. What game were they playing? Time to confront them with it.

She grabbed her bag and headed out of the motel as if she belonged there. It was well before dawn, and only a few people were on the street. They smiled at her, as if nothing was wrong. Fran smiled back, wondering how they planned to betray her.

A teenager skidded up from the direction of the front gate. "There's bandits up there! Gorjarn's army! They're demanding fealty!"

What, again? Fran frowned. This was all wrong.

The mayor patted the teenager on the shoulder. "We'll get through it. We always do. What are they asking for this time."

"The Ranger."

All eyes turned to Fran. She spun on her heel and started running.



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aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
Hello! It's time for the February Theme Poll!

These polls determine the theme for Patreon writing for the month, spurring the prompt call and from there several stories.

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Poll #17290 February Theme Poll!
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What Should the February Theme Be?

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Stranded World (Setting)
4 (50.0%)

Facets of Dusk (Setting)
0 (0.0%)

Inner Circle (Setting)
1 (12.5%)

Dragons Next Door (Setting)
7 (87.5%)

Hurt/Comfort (motif)
0 (0.0%)

Gender & Sex (motif)
1 (12.5%)

Survival (motif)
2 (25.0%)

Weather and the Outdoors (motif)
4 (50.0%)

Rebirth (motif)
2 (25.0%)

Demifiction (type) (non-fiction in fictional settings)
1 (12.5%)

aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
The table in the middle of the Dining Hall was empty.

Corneille had been been at Addergoole for three weeks. His first day here, the table had been over-full: eight of them at a six-person table, the four of them that had caught the flight in from Philly, two they'd met at the airport, two more they'd met at the first assembly...

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aldersprig: (Dragon Orange)

Part One: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal



Fran woke before the sun to the distinctive creak of polyester bedding. She pried herself up onto an elbow... ugly curtains from the 80's. Uglier bedding from the same.

She checked her arms for needle marks, her head for lumps. Nothing. She'd fallen asleep high in a tree twenty miles from Jackson, on her way to get reinforcements and make a report.

She slipped out of bed, nearly landing on her gear bag - exactly where she'd left it. She wouldn't make that mistake twice. From the sounds of things, the town was already awake. She snuck out of the motel the back way.

She could hear people talking, just on the other side of the motel. "...gates can't hold..."

How were the gates still holding? How had they lasted a day?

"...trade the Ranger..."

No, still not doing that. She moved quietly, sticking close to the building. She couldn't get to the weak spot in the wall from here, and they'd probably protected it, but there was an overhanging tree on this side...

"Franciszka! Give us Franciszka the Denier!"

They were still shouting for her? She shimmied up the tree as the townspeople started to yell.



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aldersprig: (luke)
First part here
Second part here.

This story is of questionable canonicality - 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.


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aldersprig: (Dragon Orange)
The sun rose. Fran woke to the dim glare coming in through curtains that would never rot. There was something to be said for the way cheap motels had used polyester for almost everything. Ten years after the End, and this one was still running.

She wasn't here to rate hotels, though. She headed into the fortified town, barely missing an angry guard dog. Something was wrong; she could smell it. She was a stranger, sure, and everyone here hated strangers, but the Rangers were legitimate and she was legitimately here on Ranger business.

"...Gates..." she heard someone say. The town was walled, and not badly-done, either. Any town that had wanted to survive was walled. "...Trade the Ranger..."

Shit! That was it. It wasn't distrust, it was betrayal. Fran started running. Somewhere on the gate, someone was shouting "Franciszka! Give us Franciszka the Denier!"

She skidded up to the weak spot she'd seen in their walls before anyone managed to catch up to her and clambered over. Rangers helped the townspeople, sure. But they could only do that alive.


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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
This is written by Rix Scaedu to my request for some filler fic to let me rebuild up a buffer; I got a bit behind!  It follows relatives of the characters in her Legacy series of Edally/Reiassan fanfics, which begins here with "Legacy."

 

“But I want to go to the Empress Edaledalende Aca

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aldersprig: (conlang)
I continue to work on translating a quote into Whispers Drop

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

Write this - (I am) sitting sink kitchen while in - I


Here, I started with:

Hunsharn din, write this.

To Sit, shima

Present tense continuous, first person singular: -orn

Sink, noun, tishor

cha, chea, choe, chi: for, of, at, in.... chur, while (conjunction)

Hunsharn din shimorn tishor [kitchen] chur-chi - [I]

Almost there!
aldersprig: (LynBack)
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.
aldersprig: (conlang)
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 Random.org 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!)
aldersprig: (luke)
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.
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Part three: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1051270.html
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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.
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Enrie found herself clinging to Saydrie’s hand again, this time for her own comfort rather than his.  Taikie trailed behind them as they walked to House Monitor Libkazaari’s office.  They were all quiet.  They  had been quiet since they left the dining hall.

Perhaps she should have been expecti

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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena Rin)
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.
aldersprig: (conlang)
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)
aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
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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aldersprig: (Cooking)
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!
aldersprig: (luke)
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.


Mike was grinning, tanned, and dressed in new, strange clothes when he sashayed into Luke's office. In green and brown, he looked like he had stepped out of a Robin Hood film - or, knowing Mike, possibly the pornographic spoof of a Robin Hood film.

"Cloverleaf," Luke guessed. Mike had way too much fun on his little excursions, wherever he went, but only Cloverleaf left him grinning like that. They liked him in the bars there, it turned out, and probably the brothels, too.

(Luke wouldn't put it past Cynara to have put in brothels just for Mike).

"Cloverleaf. They have newspapers." He flopped the tri-folded paper down on Luke's desk.

"All the comforts of the modern age," Luke muttered. "Next thing we know, she'll have self-driving cars."

"Horses do that pretty well, actually. They say the press is pretty free, there. Only a couple rules, if my informant is to be believed."

"How drunk was your informant?" The paper was called The 'Leaf Leaves, and the first headline was something about Mayor Collapses? Luke picked up the paper.

"Faiiirly sober?" Mike hedged. "As sober as normal, at least. They like their papers. They like their city, turns out. I mean, nationalism and all, but it's nice to see people happy in their home. And, ah," he gestured at the paper. "With their Mayor."

Luke unfolded the paper and stared. "Mike, what is this?"

"They've redeveloped photography," Mike added helpfully.

"I can see that. What is this?"

"It's a photo of the Mayor collapsing, like the paper says." Mike was grinning, damn his soul.

"No." He stared at the photo. It was grainy and pixelated, printed in four colors with the offset slightly off on the red. But it was very clearly Leofric Lightning-blade carrying Cya Red Doomsday. They were smiling. They were happy. And Leo was wearing a golden collar around his throat. "Mike..."

"Most of the rumors say it's her collar." Mike's smile had vanished, replaced by something strange and thoughtful. "And all of the rumors say they're happier now."

Cya Red Doomsday's best Words had always been Tempero and Intinn, Control and Mind. And she'd always been balanced by Leo's absolute certainty that he was a good guy. Luke was already headed for the door.


Next: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1057996.html
aldersprig: (conlang)
haph-Tachie and haph-Fota1 were sixteen years old when the Place found the next pair of twins. They were already past their age of peak usefulness and had been training as acolytes in the Institution for almost a decade, but the arrival of a new set of twin infants meant -

Well, for Fota, it meant freedom. They could go out in the world now. They could explore, they could learn what life was like outside of the Place. Fota couldn't wait to leave.

Tachie, on the other hand, liked the safety of the place and the comfort of an acolyte's rituals. She wanted to know what the world outside was like - but she didn't want to leave the Place, not permanently.

"The Institution will always support you," the Head Reader of the Place reminded them. "You can do whatever you want with your life."

"But what I want is to be here," Tachie insisted. She felt guilty, going against her twin... but the freedom Fota might find outside, she thought she might find in a little bit of separation. The chosen twins were always together, waking and sleeping. And Fota had always been the stronger twin.


1. one-Left, one-Right.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Jan 17th Summary

I took a couple days off for sickness; feeling better now.

Patreon
This month's theme is Addergoole!
I'm working on Hob's prompt; if you happen to be a $5 donor, go prompt!

Conlang
I've been making sentences in Whispers Drop, my conlang for Languary

Serials
In Edally Academy, Enrie's troubles just keep going.

Renewal Time!
I'm renewing all my domain names AND paying for the paid DW Account, so I started a continuing story, Sting Marydel and the Cliffs of Anterior to raise funds. We're up to $20 so far!


Fun
Building the Apiary - Cya builds things
On the Hunt, or not, One of Cya's descendants, in Addergoole.


Prompt Calls
My December Prompt Call is going to stay open until it stops being fun ;-)
The theme is "Prompt something fun for me or fun for you." Go ahead and prompt something
Stories since the seventeenth are:
Changes and Adjustments, Rozen & Kai post-Apoc Addergoole/Fae-Apoc
Tangled and Tied, a continuation paid for by Rix
Lessons Learned in School, Dragons Next Door

I also still have this Addergoole in the Apocalypse "give me ideas" call open.
I need more prompts!

Coming to School

I reviewed 2015

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I also:
Wrote 450 words on an fdom cyberpunk paranormal romance novella
Wrote 820 words on a secret project
Wrote 50 words of submissions, was paid for a story, and signed a contract for another


I wrote a grand total of 6600 words from Jan 17th-26th!

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