Window Shopping, a story of Tír na Cali for the Giraffe Call (@anke)

For anke's prompt.

Tír na Cali has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.

Setting note: Jane's thought "no ap to the end of his name" means that Andrew does not have a name following royal naming conventions, despite the royal-red hair.

Content warning: this story includes mentions of slavery and nudity.

Jane liked going to the mall, hanging out with her friends there, like most of the people she knew did; like, she was pretty sure, teenagers everywhere did.

So when family moved from a small, middle-class neighborhood in the burbs to an upscale one with her mother's second promotion in a year, she prevailed on a new friend in her new school, a shy boy named Andrew with a shock of red hair but no ap to the end of his name (immediately giving him and Jane something in common), to show her the mall.

"It's not going to be the kind of thing you're used to," he warned.
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Alder by Post update

* I am taking subscriptions for Alder by Post, as I reached the required amount of interest. A subscription is $20 for a year w/in the US, $25 outside the US.

If you have donated >$50 to the Giraffe or other Alder projects, all you have to do is ask for the postcards; you do not need to pay!

* I still have several copies of the limited edition First Issue of Alder by Post, featuring a story from the Aunt Family 'verse. If you donated to the January December Giraffe Call, all you have to do is ask. If not, it's $2 US, $2.50 non-US.

* Issue Two is in production and should be out by Wednesday of this coming week, 2/22/12. If you donated to the February January Giraffe Call and wish a copy, just send me your address. If you did not, $2 US, $2.50 non-US.

Alder by Post

1 Issue, US $2.00 USD I Issue, non-US $2.50 USD 1 year, US $20.00 USD 1 year, non-US $25.00 USD

Down in Kitty Town, a drabble of Tir na Cali for the Giraffe Call

For lilfluff's prompt.

Tír na Cali has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.

"I need you to head up to Oregon City," Miles told her.

"One of the seventeen people up there causing trouble?" she joked weakly. She'd had plans for the weekend, but Miles had a way of knowing these things and sabotaging them.

"It's not, technically, Oregon City. Not anymore." He passed her the data pad with the file. "Baroness Maeve deeded a square of it to a daughter of one of her slaves, a moddie. And her daughter, Baroness Sybil, expanded that to two square miles. Autonomous. Her own law there."

"She can... yeah. She can do that, can't she? If the Countess above her doesn't object, she can call on the Yseult precedent."
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Privates, a story of Rin & Girey

This is early on, possibly just after Hurt/Comfort [Beta/Donor story]

Reiassan has a Landing Page (LJ Link).

She poured another cup of tea.

"Were you ever a private soldier?"

"I was... a Duke's son," Girey answered, staring at the metal cup. A Duke's son, because she'd taken away even who he was. "No. I started as an officer. I trained as an officer. What about you?"

He looked over at her, challenging her. Go ahead, lie to me. Pretend you're common.
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