The Sun and the Rain, the Snow and the Sun Again

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Once, there had been trees as far as the eye could see in all directions, and she and her sisters had stretched their arms out and felt the sun and the rain, the snow and the wind and the sleet and the sun again.

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Patreon Reposts & Trunk: December 2017

Conlang and Trees, a repost

 

December is Lexember, so for today I’m looking at some tree words from Calenyena, the language of Reiassan. 🌳

 

Originally posted Dec. 16, 2015

Today’s word is thorn alder, because I can!

In further proving that my Reiassani persona is a Bitrani transplant to Calenta (tall, light-skinned, short hair, prefers less bright color combinations), the alders, including the thorn alders, exist on Reiassan almost entirely in the borderlands between South and North.

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Meltwater – A Trunk Story

 

This is one of my oldest stories-for-submission.  It made my mom cry…

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The best part of spring, when the winter let go of the land and the snow melted away, was the creek that ran along the edge of my parents’ property.

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Salvation in a Bottle, a repost story

Happy New Year!

Have a bottle of… ??!

Originally posted February, 2012

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The island was big enough to sustain life for their small group.

Which was good, because they couldn’t figure a way off of it, and, even if they had, they weren’t certain there was anything to return to.

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If You Call Them… A Repost Story

Originally posted Sep. 14, 2014

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“It’s perfect.” Ce’rilla looked around the old hotel. “It has an atrium, it has rooms, and everything else can be fixed.”

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Addergoole: A Ghost Story - Interlude: Abaddon 5

Interlude: Abaddon 5
by Lyn Thorne-Alder

Cynara’s finger pointed without hesitation.  “Her.  Channing.”  She looked a little startled at her finger, then back at Abaddon, then back at the girl in question.  “Her,” she repeated.  She was more firm this time.  “I —” She turned away from him, looking at Zita and Howard and Leo.  Her friends.

“Thanks.  I will owe you one, when we are our own people.”  He couldn’t promise, but he imitated the phrasing he’d heard from people who could.

She wasn’t listening anymore, already turned to Howard, but he thought he saw Zita nod in approval at him.

Then he was moving on, hurrying, stepping up until Channing could see him.

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Traditions in the Bear Empire

First: Running in the Bear Empire
Previous: Hiding In the Bear Empire

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Carrone was unsurprisingly quiet as they left Teshone’s.  Deline let it go as they strode down the avenue, but when they got to the carriage house, where the next outbound carriage would soon be heading towards the Imperial Seat, she broke the silence.

“Do you know what happens if someone bound with a Bear-stone bracelet kills the holder of the bracelet – or if the holder dies through other means?”

She noticed the way his shoulders tensed.  She couldn’t bring herself to feel bad about that.

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Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.

Traditions in the Bear Empire

First: Running in the Bear Empire
Previous: Hiding In the Bear Empire

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Carrone was unsurprisingly quiet as they left Teshone’s.  Deline let it go as they strode down the avenue, but when they got to the carriage house, where the next outbound carriage would soon be heading towards the Imperial Seat, she broke the silence.

“Do you know what happens if someone bound with a Bear-stone bracelet kills the holder of the bracelet - or if the holder dies through other means?”

She noticed the way his shoulders tensed.  She couldn’t bring herself to feel bad about that.

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Autumn and a boy, part II

after Autumn and a Boy

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Autumn and Calvin shared a dinner of take-out pizza - the only delivery the small town had - in the cozy living room of the bed-and breakfast.

He told her about life in Lancaster and his job - tech support for the one university that town, a bit bigger than the pl

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