Hand-Shaking, a story of Rin & Girey for the June Giraffe Call

For kelkyag's prompt(s)

This comes after everything posted in the Rin/Girey timeline.


There was a great deal of hand-shaking going on, and a good deal of bowing, and more than a little bit of staring.

Callennan weddings appeared to involve a good deal of talking. This part of the ceremony, where a Bitrani temple would be full of silence and reverence, was instead full of a good deal of milling about and chatting, sometimes directly interrupting the ceremony.

There were a thousand things on Girey's mind, very few of them directly related to the wedding. Arinyanca's parents had been talking, and when they weren't talking, they were sending pointed looks. Her Uncle - and then some other relatives who she called Uncle as well - had been making his own set of pointed looks. In the heart of what passed for Callennan diplomacy, Girey would not be able to pass as "Girey of Tugia" forever, no matter how many times some rude Aunt or cousin suggested that "All Bitrani look the same. That nose, that silly hair."

As a matter of fact, while Elin pledged her strength and her bow (That wasn't in the priests' book of vows), her saddle and her tent to her new groom, another probably-an-aunt was sniping about his hair.

"How do they do anything at all with that? No wonder they keep it short; it wouldn't hold a braid for anything."

He had grown up in the heart of Bitrani politics; Girey didn't even show that he'd heard. But Rin did. Just a smile, a very sharp smile.

She shifted her hand so that she was holding his, the glittering band around his wrist clearly obvious. "Aunt Alunyez. Have you met my companion, Girey of Tugia?"

The look on the old woman's face was worth every snipe about his hair.

Wild Horses, a story of Reiassan for the Giraffe Call (@inventrix)

For inventrix's prompt.

"She's playing with the horses again."

Kakaya leaned out on the porch, watching their oldest daughter in the pasture behind their home. Her braids bounced on her back as she ran back and forth with the tiny, goat-like creatures, the biggest hardly bigger than their dog Guard.

"I worry that they'll bite her." Pokas had settled onto the porch as well, using the bright daylight to work on his carvings. Their high-valley house gave them access to the best wood for his work, but the herd of horses that shared the field and nearby forest-edges made him nervous.

"Their bite's hardly as bad as a goat's, and she's been bitten by Loudmouth before. She'll be fine."

"But shouldn't she be playing with other children? When I was her age..."
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Pride, a story of Bithrain (Reiassan) for the giraffe call (@lilfluff)

For lilfluff's prompt. The Callanian language does not have an "f" sound.

Cairifan had learned early in his career that too much pride was a useless hindrance.

Pride in a job well done, yes. Pride in your people, yes. In your land, yes. Pride for pride's sake would get you killed, sacked, jailed, or all three.

It had been easy enough when he had been Mayor of one of Bithrain's biggest coastal cities. It had been harder when the Callennan overran the city, but then all he'd needed to focus on was putting out fires and keeping his city intact.

It was harder now. Cairifan bowed low to the Callennan officer overseeing his city. Not his city, anymore, not with the invaders everywhere, but Goulunder was still his home. "Your Ladyship." He was glad he was not married. He would not want to describe this to a wife.
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Excerpt 1 tonight: Noam description (@theladyisugly)

Noam is a character in my Year Nine Addergoole pieces, including Birthday Present. This is an excerpt from his description:

He's even-tempered to the point where people think him phlegmatic, calm, and rarely prone to outbursts; he was a quiet child who became a quiet teenager. This leads to people under- or over-estimating his intelligence; it also leads to them under-estimating his anger when it does flare

Excerpt 2 tonight: from _The Deep Inks_ (@kissofjudas)

The Deep Inks is/was my November 2011 Nano novel. I got to 50K...

This is a story of Stranded world, Autumn. The landing page is here - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/23315.html


Even with his hands broken, he was still trying to yank strands. Autumn could see the way he was pulling, reaching. Not trying to commit suicide. No, he was stalling. "Buddies coming?"

"I'm not the only one who understands. And Alex isn't the only one with the cleansing gift."

Excerpt 3 tonight: from the secret project

From a project I'm working on, in my Tir na Cali setting. (landing page - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/22621.html)

Content warning: discusses kidnapping and enslavement.

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Excerpt 4 tonight: from Addergoole: Year 9 (the serial)

From my upcoming serial, Addergoole: Year Nine (52 Weeks, 52 Stories).

Some of them liked to pretend they didn’t. Some tried to say it was all the students’ choice, and they mustn’t do anything at all to influence it, even think about it. Some said let nature take its course.

Shira had been a hunter, a trapper, long before she’d been a teacher.