Jan. 22nd, 2018

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Post 1: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2017/12/25/lexember/

Post 2: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2018/01/05/conlang-extra-lexember-syllabary/ 

Post 3: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2018/01/08/conlang3/

Post 4: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2018/01/15/conlang3-2/

Post 5: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2018/01/18/conlang/

Today's topic is... Village

Within a village, there are usually several people of importance:
You have the head person, mayor or dispute-reckoner.

Oh! Fight, a fight is rrig. To fight is thus rrog and fight-attitude is rreg.

Okay, so Jirregji. The head-of-village.

And you have the wise-folk: zindi (both Is are as in in)

And the clever-folk: ridi.

di itself means thought, mind.

In this case: the wise folk are usually older people who have proven themselves to have a great deal of knowledge to share.

And the clever folk are generally past adolescence and into an age of innovation.

Oh! Plurals.

=da, -sa, -ya, -kwa

-more-than-one, indeterminate
-two
-a triad
-too many to count

so the wise-folk and the clever-folk are usualy zindiya, ridiya.

There is the Hunt-leader, redi. Like the jirregji, there is only one of them at once.
And the farm-leader, ledi.

And there is the diplomat, (the foreigner-leader), jijidi, of which there is usually be one, but might be several.

People of the village are likfrikwa

(fri is a person)

(Yes, village-people).

(well, TECHNICALLY, people of the green)

A larger village will have a child-leader as well, zizdi, one who thinks about the children.  But in a smaller village, this is handled by the wise-ones.

This is a level just barely beyond subsistence farming. Some people focus on root- or seed-crops, some focus on hunting, some on the animals.  Some make things from the things they can hunt or harvest - wooden things or foods or stone things or things made from bones, and so on.

And some people gather specifically those things that are unique to their own area, for trade with other areas.



read on…
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Chapter 67: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Saturday, May 12, 2001

Every time Abednego thought things had settled in to something like normalcy, they shifted again.  He thought he’d stopped getting comfortable with things, just to find that he was dumped on his tail all over again.

Rafe couldn’t settle on what he wanted.  He would pet Abednego for a few minutes, then shift away guiltily, give him an order and then tell him it wasn’t an order.   

Saturdays and Sundays were the worst, and this time Rafe had gone through the cycle five times in less than an hour.  When Abednego found himself wishing for his corner and rules that, if horrible, at least made sense, he sat up straight, shaking off another cycle of petting.

read on...

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