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In Firrset, as in many places, there are poets. The legend goes that even in the First Days, when there was no food to eat and no time to do anything but hunt, plant, gather, and store, there were poems they would tell each other across the field.
But the greatest poet of the time came quite some time after that, but in a time still mostly buried away from history's records.


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The thing was, she was both the tale-teller and the story. She was both the portrait and the model. She was the song and its subject.

There were theories about that, of course: theories and theses and stories and myths. Stories have a lot of power, after all.

And storytellers have a power, a mystery, all of their own.

Read On!



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I wrote this several years ago as an in-character explanation of why the school was named Addergoole.

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“I’ve been wondering, Professor. Why Addergoole?”

It wasn't the primary thing on her mind, of course. They were studying an array of Change descriptions and, of apparently more interest to her Mentor, "inherent non-Working abilities," something that Kai hadn't really been aware existed.

Read On!

Date: 2017-11-02 09:11 pm (UTC)
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Yay Autumn the tale-teller! I do like this side of her. Smiles. She is a bright wind, in fact.

Smiles. I can see her, skirts and bare feet and spirit.

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