aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to kelkyag‘s prompt.

🐇

At forty, Gemma considered herself to be relatively practical.

She’d put aside the ridiculousness of her teens and the experimentation of her twenties.  She had staid hobbies and a staid job and, to be quite honest, staid

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aldersprig: (Marked)
MARKED - 10.2

“I don’t, I don’t, shhh,” Nilien hushed Riva. “Shhhh. No. I don’t have another spell on me, I’ve looked.” Just in case, she looked again, taking a moment while everyone waited, staring at her. “No. I don’t have another spell on me.”

“What are you talking about?” complained Istore. “What spells? Is this some We-”

“Hush.” Riva glared at him. “Be nice, or you can go eat dinner with Thesri or off in the stables.”

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
This story is part of the Addergoole: The Original Series backstory/Sidestory

It comes after Loose Ends and Tying Off; if you are following Addergoole: a Ghost Story, Shad and Meesh are Abednego's older brothers, Eris and Joff's former Keepers, and all around bad guys.

It is written to chanter_greenie's prompt.

🔒

Shadrach had last track of how many times they’d gone through this.  Keeper, Kept, Keeper, Kept.  They went through whole months where they were both as gentle as they knew how, hoping the next month would be kind back to them.  They went through seasons where they were rough, violent, nasty.  He’d almost died at least four times.  He’d almost killed Meshach at least twice.

Once, Professor VanderLinden, Professor Solomon, and Professor Pelletier had taken turns living with them for two months.  It had made those two months very tense, but it hadn’t fixed anything.

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call Is Open!

Written to lilfluff‘s prompt.  Definitely a beginning.  

🍁


“I don’t see why I should step down.  Everyone knows Winter is evil.”

There were four seasons and four courts.  There had always been, as long as the words went back and before that

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
Written to rix_scaedu‘s prompt.  

🍁


The leaves were turning wrong.

When you lived in a wooded area for a while, you got so you could feel the rhythm of autumn. The leaves closest to the road, closest to the prevailing wind, closest to anything that chilled them down, turned first.  The biggest trees turned slower.  The middle of the woods turned slow and last.

But in the forest behind Erato’s house, there was an almost circular place where the leaves had starting turning quickly, almost before the little maple that faced the wind all alone to the west of her house.  

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Good morning everyone!

(or good afternoon, good evening, good night)

It’s Day Two of my Giraffe (Zebra) Call, and it’s looking to be a good one!

Check out the Call for prompts, read the stories I’ve already posted, and, if you haven’t left a prompt, go and leave some.

I’ll be here, writing about falling leaves :-D

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to clare_dragonfly's prompt.  It wandered a bit from the prompt...

"Talen" is a (backhanded) homage to someone who will likely never read this...  And obviously the poem/song in this is an homage to 

O I forbid you, maidens all, 
That wear gold in your hair,
To come or go by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.

🌕

Do not go by the TalenHall
Where ruined Talen's Holdings Lie


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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to ysabetwordsmith‘s prompt.


🛋️

Every payday, Edrio very carefully opened the Sears catalog and very carefully placed an order.

It wasn't always Sears; it wasn't always a catalog.  Sometimes it was Penny's, although their catalog wasn't as

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Leave a comment here if you've signal boosted my Giraffe (Zebra) Call !

Each signal boost will get another 100 words.

🍁

It was the first day of the Faire, and it was, as luck would have it, a rainy day, chilly, and thus mostly attended by the locals, the die-hards, and people who had

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to alexseanchai's prompt.

👑

The problem with mad kings wasn’t so much the madness part, Iounia thought, as it was the shifting of the madness.

The only sign she’d had that she’d fallen out of favor with the king was a slight shift in his giggle.  If she hadn’t watched Maia be dispensed with the month before after just such a slight shift - and before that Abri, and before that Martia - she might not have known it was time to leave.  

But Iounia was known for her sharp eyes and her attention to detail, which was what had brought her to the mad king’s attention in the first place, what had sat her at his feet as his adviser, and what had led her to stop by Nueva’s room and suggest quietly that she might want to get while the getting was good.

Nueva made long-term plans.  Nueva was really, really good at long-term plans. Dessie was really good at making do with almost nothing.  Between the three of them - because Nueva’s plan had led to grabbing Dessie on the way out - they had gotten out of the palace without a hitch.  They had gotten out of the city without a hitch.

And now, rather to Iounia’s surprise - although she should have seen it coming - they were planning a rebellion.

“Not exactly a rebellion,” Dessie demurred, as they sat in an abandoned barn, cooking rats over a fire.  “More of a housecleaning.  Let the Mad King keep his crown.  We’re just going to - ah.  Work around him.”

“Why let him keep his crown?” Nueva countered.  “Why not let the crown sit on an empty throne?”

“An empty throne invites someone to sit on it.  A madman on the throne invites people to stay away.”

“Let him give orders.”  Iounia understood the plan now.  “And let him believe his orders have been carried out.  Meanwhile, the rest of the country can get on with - well, with being a country.”

Safe in his underground chamber, surrounded by his crowns, the Mad King never did learn that he had fallen out of favor.


 

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 42: Arnbjorg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Thursday, January 25

Arnbjörg was lying on Jaya’s bed, studying, or at least looking at her book, and she was humming.  Much to her surprise, she found she was in a good mood.

She shouldn't be.  Not after that scene in the lunch room - murder?  A Keeper getting herself murdered?

Doug had grunted at her when she asked.  Jaya hadn’t known anything, and had looked, Arnbjörg thought, quite worried.  It wasn’t like Arnbjörg was going to murder any - well, she wasn’t going to murder Jaya.  

Everybody was muttering about it, but nobody seemed to know any more than she did, which was novel.  Maybe that’s why she was in a good mood.

Maybe it was the way Jaya and Sheba had stood up for her  - had stood with her.  Even though none of her half-siblings were talking to her, at least she knew that her girlfriend’s crew had her back.  And that - that warm feeling of not alone - was enough to carry her over quite a few problems, even the thorny one of who had gotten murdered.



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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to @dahob's prompt.




It was the day past the Autumnal Equinox, and the Emperor wasn’t dead.

The Rothenkill Empire, a wide-spanning mass of bureaucrats, generals, courtiers, financiers, farmers, and clerks, waited with their collective breaths held.

The servants of the Emperor moved slowly and carefully, as if their heads might fall off if they went about their tasks too quickly, or if they said the wrong thing.

Everyone was waiting.  Everyone was confused.  And almost everyone was worried.

In the Rothenkill Empire, it was said that the Emperors fell with the leaves.  And, like leaves, it was known that sometimes, the Emperors needed a little push, a helpful shove.

So where was the shove?

“This is nor normal,” complained the Chief Financier in charge of budgets. “What are we going to do?  Someone should do something.”

“Someone has to do something,” complained the Head Bureaucrat in charge of law distribution, re-writing, and deletion.

“Won’t someone do something?” pleaded the General of the Imperial Armies.  “He’s starting to give orders that make sense and can’t be ignored!  What are we going to do if we can’t ignore him?”

The Emperor, snug on his throne, pretended he could hear none of this.  He hadn’t ascended to the Poison Throne by looking or acting particularly bright, after all.  None of his predecessors had, either, not in decades, possibly not in centuries.

“The problem is,” muttered a person serving as a handmaiden, “nobody remembers how.”  Her grandmother had once helped off three emperors in a row, but that had been when you got a class of emperor that sometimes needed a shove.  “And with this one, I’m not going to risk it.”

And the Emperor smiled as the empire - the mass of functionaries that had killed his father, his grandfather, and countless of his various uncles and cousins - began to crumble under its own confusion.

 

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)

It’s time for a Zebra Call, which is a special black-and-white and stripey version of a Giraffe Call.

 

The theme for the month is Autumn, Autumn (Roundtree)*, Fall, and Falling

There’s a longer post about what this call is for [here]. The short version is: We’re redoing our bathroom and the cabinets I really, really want cost $700 more than our budget.

If you’re interested in Giraffe Calls in general, check out the Giraffe Call: Call tag [here].

Leave a prompt (or several), get a short fic written. 

Tip and get TWO fics written and 100 words/$1.50 tipped

Join my Patreon and get TWO fics written. 

My goal is $500 between new Patreon Patrons and tips (Counting each $1 of Patreon-age as $3)

For every $50 in tips, I will choose a prompter at random and write another story to their prompts (so leave lots of prompts!)

For every multiple of 5 Patreon Patrons we reach (30, 35, 40…) I will do the same. 

Milestones for this Call

$25 – Take-out!  Which is useful, because we don’t have a kitchen sink right now.

$50 – Second fic written to a randomly-chosen prompter

$75 – We get the awesome zebra shower curtain instead of the pretty-neat shower curtain

$100 – Second fic written to a randomly-chosen prompter (and so on at every $X50)

$125 – New towels!  All the new towels!

$150 – Second fic written to a randomly-chosen prompter

$200 – This fic is written to a randomly-chosen tipper or Patron

$300 – we can get the slightly-less-cool second-choice cabinets

$400 – This fic is written to a randomly-chosen tipper or Patron

$450 – Everyone who prompts can choose a story to add another 200 words to.

$500 – New Awesome Cabinets, thank you!

I encourage you to leave as many prompts as you feel like.

Prompts can be general (The Year Autumn Didn’t Come) or specific (Autumn Roundtree deals with Tattercoats); they can be in extant universes of mine (no fanfic please) or in something entirely new.

I also encourage – nay, request! – you to signal boost this far and wide, and to that end, for every signal boost, I will write 100 words of the signal boost story.

Prompt away!


so Autumn Roundtree is a character in my Stranded World setting. I was originally going to use the runner-up in my Patreon Theme Poll as the theme for this Zebra Call, but there was no clear winner, just a 3-way tie between settings.  But Stranded was one of those settings…

 
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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)

All right, it’s time for a Zebra Call!


 

When I first started my Giraffe Calls, they were to help defray the costs of the super-awesome giraffe carpet that I wanted  – and got!  – for the bedroom of our then-new(-to-us) house. The idea was that we would get the bedroom done “enough” to look finished, and then no matter what else we were working on, we could lay down at night and rest because the bedroom was done.

Hey, it worked, more or less.

Now we’re doing the bathroom!  And it’s going to be black, grey, and white, mostly white, and since we already have a giraffe toilet paper holder (because giraffes), we want a zebra shower curtain…

No, I’m not holding a whole prompt call to finance a shower curtain.  But it’s nicer than Cabinet Call.

You see, I have fallen in love with a certain door style and the nature of the bathroom dictates a certain (non-particle-board) carcass style and… that ends up $700 over our cabinet budget.  I can cover $200 of that on current Patreon rates (3 months, or the length of this renovation).

We ripped out the “linen cabinet” that existed because

a) the face frame & doors went up to the former ceiling, 6’8″, and the cabinet itself went all the way up to the new/oldest ceiling, 8’4″

b) The doors were in bad shape, chipped, and worn.

c) the vent for the toilet was letting out in the top of the cabinet

d) the awful old drywall went under, over, and behind the old cabinet, and it was nailed to it.

And we removed the old (really ugly) vanity and replaced it with a pedestal sink last year, which opened up the place a huge amount, but poof, storage gone.

So we’re going to get two cabinets, one a linen cabinet (full height, to replace the one we ripped out) and one a wall cabinet above the toilet.

And I really, really want the pretty doors with a ( arch at the top to match the door we bought to put in as a bathroom entrance door – which is going to be a pocket door!   – but the nice doors only come on the nicer cabinets.

So!  Time for a Zebra Call.

aldersprig: (lock and key)
First: Slaves, School
Previous: Kayay's Story

🗝️

So, do you know about this stairway? It was the seventh or eighth phrasing Des had tried of the same question. They were already in their next class, and his collar was not talking to him.

This was tricky, because it was supposed to be a class on clairvoyance and other scrying.

Could you at least help me with this… “Could you give me a hand with this class?” he asked weakly. “I’ll stop asking about the other thing. I will. Just please help me with this class.”

“Desmond, is it?” Their teacher, a tall and impressive person with dark skin and short curly hair woven with wire the same silver as their collar, paused by Desmond’s desk.

“Des is fine. I - sorry. My collar is annoyed with me.”

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
First: Funeral
Previous: Family

🔑

“Well,” Chitter commented dryly, “that was entertaining.  And entirely unexpected.  Senga, do you have any nice family?”

“No,” Erramun answered for her.  “Mirabella eliminated all the members of Senga’s family that might be considered nice.  Except

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aldersprig: (lock and key)
First: M/m Keeper/Kept
Previous: Shopping

🔒

By the time Shel deposited Ctirad back at the house with a pile of clothing, Ctirad wasn’t particularly sure if he felt more or less like himself than he had in ages.

He felt different, that much was for sure.  His head was swimming.  Shel had gotten him joking, laughing, and relaxed in a way he couldn’t remember ever being.

And now he was back in Timaios’ master suite, waiting for his master to arrive home.

It was like getting off the roller-coaster.  He felt like his legs were swaying under him.  

He knelt down on the floor and tried to find his calm place.  The pants moved strangely with him, and he thought about taking them off.

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aldersprig: (Side Quest)
Eighteen: Treason and Heresy

“No!!” The deserter shook his head, more as if to clear a bug from his ear than to negate a thought. “Not for me.  ‘No aid for deserters,’ I know so well.  Do it for the nation, then.”  He pulled a tattered old piece of paper from an inner pocket. No, she realized, vellum.  “Do this and I will lie down, never at peace, but troubling the others no more.”

She took the vellum carefully with just the tips of her fingers.  Next to her, the Diamond Raven was looking at the paper too.

“If this is real-”  He sounded sick.

“Real!  Real and then some!  It is exactly what it looks like and nothing more, I swear it on my honor!”

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
There was blood everywhere.  Abigail fell down onto the floor and yanked off her cardigan, wrapping it around her ankle quickly.  Too late, she realized she’d let go of both Livs.

“Liv-” she called, but the dirty one was chasing after the clean one, leaving a trail of blood behind her, too.

Somewhere in her bag she had something better for this than a sweater she’d actually been fond of.  She dug through her bag one-handed, holding pressure on the wound with the other hand.  There.  The scarf wasn’t the best thing, but that and the Kleenex and she had a bandage of sorts.   She pressed the Kleenex against the wound until the blood seemed to slow, then checked.

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
I rolled my story dice and ended up with this. 
🎭
The church theatre company was hurting.

Everything about the church was almost always hurting.  It was in a town that had once been prosperous, it had tried gimmick after gimmick - including painting the church purple - to draw in attendance -

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aldersprig: (Science!)
Written to kelkyag's prompt.
🔬
The pay at the Lab was really good, and the benefits were literally unbelievable.

Jess reminded herself of that whenever she started feeling like she needed a Henchman t-shirt or an old lion-tamer’s ship and chair.   She had two kids of her own and a niece at home; the Lab gave them a place to live that was probably the most secure three-bedroom house on the planet, had a top-notch school, and paid Jess enough that she could take them all on a really good vacation every year.

Which she needed, because right now she was supervising a slap-fight between two interns who just happened to be handling vials of what she thought was probably a neurotoxin. 

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aldersprig: (Dragon Orange)
First: A New World
Previous: Tourists

⚗️

Kael allowed herself a small smile, even as she tried to puzzle that one out.  Hospital?  Hospes?  Something about guests.  

“Oh, that can’t be true, they wouldn’t open the place and have it be dangerous!”

So a hospital was somewhere for  - people who had been hurt?  Perhaps a place to rest after people had been taken by a sleeping potion.  There had been quite a few sleeping potion traps in those lower levels.

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 41: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Thursday, January 18, 2001

Thinking had taken a while.

Thinking about anything besides his orders, his classes, and homework was....

Professor Vanderlinden was dramatizing Brave New World at the head of the class and Leofric was attempting to keep up and take notes (don't get me in trouble again, and if you start slacking off in classes the teachers will blame me) while Zita and Howard whispered to each other (don't interfere with other people's Kept, don't draw attention to yourself, don't speak unless spoken to, don't cause trouble in class). The orders tugged at his mind, his actions, pushing him through the motions of being a Good and Normal Kept. That was, after all, the only way he'd ever be one (too stupid to breathe, at least you're pretty, don't you want to be a good Kept).



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aldersprig: (Library)
This poll will determine the stories written (and reposted) in my Patreon all month long!

Also, for the first time, you get to suggest themes for the next polls!

This poll will remain open until I wake up on Thursday.

Don't have a DW account? Feel free to vote in the comments!


Poll #18771 Patreon Themes September 2017
This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 10


What should the September 2017 Patreon Theme be?

View Answers

Stranded {Autumn} (Setting)
5 (50.0%)

Addergoole etc. {Back to school} (setting)
5 (50.0%)

Tír na Cali {seasonal holidays} (Setting)
5 (50.0%)

Planners {Getting ready} (Setting)
4 (40.0%)

Harvest (theme)
4 (40.0%)

Storms and other Acts of God (theme)
4 (40.0%)

aged polaroid photos (theme)
1 (10.0%)

Spices and Trade Wars (theme)
8 (80.0%)

Encyclopedia Worldia (type) (All About The Worlds)
2 (20.0%)

Demifiction (type) (non-fiction in fictional settings)
3 (30.0%)

What should the October 2017 Theme Options be?

What should the November 2017 Theme Options be?

What should the December 2017 Theme Options be?

aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Interlude: Zita 2
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Written by Wysteria.

Sheba went to visit her kids at night, walking through walls as if they weren't there. It gave Zita time to think, applying the ruthless cold logic she'd learned sharing a suite with Joff, an empath she was not supposed to upset. It wasn't emotions if it was logic.

The wall shimmered as Sheba appeared (by magic, that was still cool), and Zita let her breath out and met her new Keeper's eyes directly.

Showtime. "Good evening."

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
First: A New World
Previous: Potions

⚗️

She had almost finished the potion when the first “tourists” arrived.  A “tourist”, it appeared, was a person with a flashing glass tablet held in their hand, clothing that did not seem appropriate for any time or era, and a habit of touching

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aldersprig: (Ciara)
Written to sauergeek's prompt, in a 'verse that I just created.  

🏃



Defekisal was running.

This was not an actually common experience in Kisal’s life, because when you did things right, you didn’t have to run.

But luck had not been with Kisal today, and so it was time for pounding

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aldersprig: (Dragon Orange)
There's this poll Here, and it might be easier to answer if the links were available for the stories. 

So There's a list below - Thanks to [personal profile] kelkyag for the nicely ordered and commented list.

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Written to clare_dragonfly's prompt. Doug is a character from Addergoole (The Original Serial), Addergoole: Year Nine, and the current Addergoole: a Ghost Story.



Doug was not a Mara; he was not one of the pure-blooded Warriors, the Protectors of the fae.

He had been aware of that since

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EXCUSE Me?

Aug. 28th, 2017 01:56 pm
aldersprig: (Evangaline)
Written to an anonymous prompt, with nods to kelkyag's prompt.

🍰

“Evangeline, what is WRONG with your sugar?”

There were too many people in Eva’s kitchen.

“Aunt Eva, where do you keep your star anise?”

“What do you need star anise for, Bellamy Jane?”

“Her middle name isn't Jane…”

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aldersprig: (Theocracy)
🏬🛍️

Abigail pulled her feet back with a yelp. “Okay, okay we need higher ground. Come on, maybe this one has a food court on the second floor. We can climb on a table.”

She hadn’t even gotten the words out when the cleaner Liv was tugging her - not towards the food court but up onto a bench. “Here. This should get us out of the water for a minute. And we can see the map from here.” She pointed at the dim map, no longer lit-up from within but still showing proudly things like the food court. “I still feel like if we could just get into Rue 21, maybe we could find our way back to the first mall. And if we could find that, maybe they could help us find our way home. One home, all the homes. Anything.”

“The first mall?” asked dirty-Liv sharply. “You don’t mean the place with that awful store that bought regrets, do you? Urrgh. Something about that place was just creepy. Made my skin crawl. And then there was that bookstore…”

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Prompts!

Aug. 28th, 2017 09:51 am
aldersprig: (Pterry)
Ooookay, Random Emoji Generator, this is gonna be an interesting one...

Okay, I would like to write more one-offs, people would like to read more one-offs, and I would lke to play with more concepts of the sort.

So...

Taking prompts on the theme of


💂💪🏾🤸


Guards, Strength, Athletics!



There will be another prompt of random Emoji once I finish prompts for this one!

Support the Thorne-Author


Leave as many prompts as you want. I will write to at least one for each person, between now and, say, the end of September.

For ever $1 tipped, I will write 75-100 more words of the story of your choice.

Tip Goals:

30 Patreon Patrons - one extra story written total
$20 in tips - I get take-out and write another story
$50 in tips - everyone gets another story written and I get towels for the bathroom we're renovating.
$75 - I choose four more prompters at random to write another story for.
$100 - Everyone gets another story written AND I get the awesome Zebra shower curtain for the bathroom.
aldersprig: (Syadaia)
To Lilfluff's Prompt: this is set in the immediate post-war era in my Reiassan setting. The Calenyena have, after centuries of war, finally conquered the Bitrani. 

And now they need to deal with that conquered land.


🗺️

“What did I do to offend the gods, the engineers, and the Empress?”  Tetatelai Mapmaker grumbled at her goat, her partner, and the world in general.  “Whose boots did I piss in, whose tent did I stumble against, what city did I misspell?”

“You know,” Openpennait Sword-bearer raised his aristocratic eyebrows at her.  “Some people would take this as an honor.  You are in charge of adding new territories to the Empress’ maps.  That’s an impressive duty.”

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aldersprig: (Side Quest)
Seventeen: Crossing, Cross

“You’re old enough to be out on your own, yes?”

“Of course I am.”  She wrinkled her nose at him.  “I am here, aren’t I?  Everyone may keep calling me child, but I have an apprenticeship, I am carrying the weight of my family to the capital, and I - yes.  I’m old enough.”  She threw up her hands.  “Why.  What did I miss?”

“Oh, no, I don’t think this boy whore was putting you on or anything of the sort,” he reassured her, although the thought had not been on her mind until he said it.  “No, it’s just that a fox - well, that sort of fox - it’s,” he coughed.  “Well, you’re on a trip, it’s the right sort of time to make that, I suppose.  They’re…” he looked away, blushing.  “Usually made from bottle-brush and red-tail, which you can find on the side of the road a lot. And then you use some scented oil and carve a piece of the bottle-brush, and it’s, ah.  Used in sex.”

“Oh!  One of those!” She grinned at the blush on the Diamond Raven’s cheeks.  “I’ve made those before, although not with the red-tail.  That must tickle…”

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
First: Funeral
Previous: Naked, Dead People, Etc.

He looked her over for a minute, almost as if he hadn’t seen her before.  Then he closed his eyes and went still.  “Daughter of Claudia, the lawyer said.  In the fae style.  But that’s not what you said, is it?  Daughter of Aonghus, himself the son of Sláine.  I was distracted at the time.  That’s the only excuse.  That’s an interesting lineage you have there.”  He opened his eyes again.  “Claudia, Named simply The Free, who was that and more, wild and calm, and absolutely deadly when crossed.  Aonghus. The White Wolf.  Oh, did he cause trouble in the winter.”  His lips curled.  “Yes.  I know about your family.  I knew Sláine, too, Life-or-Death.  You come by your violent tendencies honestly, Senga Monmartin.  And what do they call you?”

Senga had not heard her family’s Names spoken in decades, and she hadn’t heard them spoken like that - with cautious reverence - since they’d died.  “They call me Monmartin,” she answered dryly, and waved her hand before he could complain that that hadn’t been what he meant.  “It’s not actually my last name.  They call me War,  but the full name is Swallow on the Mountain of War.”

“Mon-martin,” he murmured.  “That’s quite a mouthful of a Name.”

“My Mentor had - has - a leaning towards the poetic and a flair for the dramatic.  It was supposed to be Swallow of  War, but she couldn’t resist the chance to get the Mon part in there.”

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aldersprig: (NanoGiraffe)
Okay!

So this is everything on the "Finish it" list from way back in 2016. (http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1197753.html)
It's also newer stuff that's tapered off and stuff from "More Please."
Because what I'm going to do for NanoWrimo is write 1667 words of finishing something for 30 days. (or, more likely, 2273 words of finishing something for 22 weekdays).

This is way early, yes. There may be a poll-off in October. But I wanted to give people time to decide.

Also: Links here: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2017/08/29/links-for-the-poll/


Poll #18745 Finish It November (and before) Poll
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 9


What Should I finish First?

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Arisse and Chress
0 (0.0%)

Kidnappers in “Dragons Next Door.”
3 (33.3%)

Bjorn
0 (0.0%)

Clarisse
0 (0.0%)

Willard
3 (33.3%)

Shahin and Emrys
2 (22.2%)

Tilden
0 (0.0%)

Mikary
2 (22.2%)

Abrelle
0 (0.0%)

Packing
0 (0.0%)

Cúmhaí
0 (0.0%)

Space Accountant Accidental Marriage
5 (55.6%)

The Cat’s Paw. (AF)
3 (33.3%)

B is for Beryl and her Boys.(AF)
3 (33.3%)

Boy Trouble(AF)
4 (44.4%)

Charming(AF)
2 (22.2%)

The Powers that Be(AF)
1 (11.1%)

Midnight, Summer Solstice.(AF)
2 (22.2%)

How The Family Does things(AF)
2 (22.2%)

Family and Cocoa and/or Warm Visions and Warm Family(AF)
3 (33.3%)

Heroes (AF)
4 (44.4%)

An Argument of Magic(AF)
2 (22.2%)

In the Attic(AF)
3 (33.3%)

Aetheric Cleansing.(AF)
1 (11.1%)

Trash and Treasures.(AF)
0 (0.0%)

Bless the Cat.(AF)
5 (55.6%)

Legacy Cat.(AF)
5 (55.6%)

You’d Better Watch Out.(AF)
1 (11.1%)

Wild Card.(AF)
1 (11.1%)

Rumors about the Family.(AF)
2 (22.2%)

The Strength.(AF)
3 (33.3%)

I Am No Aunt.(AF)
1 (11.1%)

Fated(AF)
3 (33.3%)

King(maker) Cake, etc.(AF)
5 (55.6%)

The Hazards of Magic.(AF)
1 (11.1%)

Exhaustion(AF)
1 (11.1%)

Three Glass Beads, Peacock Blue.(AF)
1 (11.1%)

A Locked Chest is Locked for a Reason.(AF)
2 (22.2%)

Fifty Years. (Rsn)
0 (0.0%)

Rin and Girey, and more Rin, with research. (Rsn)
2 (22.2%)

Rin’s parents, and Rin’s father, and … (Rsn)
2 (22.2%)

Discovery (caves) (Rsn)
2 (22.2%)

Discovery (at sea) (Rsn)
3 (33.3%)

Linguistic Tricks. (TUn)
3 (33.3%)

Æ is for Ash. (TUn)
1 (11.1%)

Rodegard – and Esedora (TUn)
2 (22.2%)

Carrying the Spirit. (TUn)
0 (0.0%)

Skill and Dreams. (TUn)
0 (0.0%)

The Enemy’s City. (TUn)
0 (0.0%)

Road Map To.... (TUn)
0 (0.0%)

The Portal Closed.
2 (22.2%)

Take Me (UF)
1 (11.1%)

Cleaning House/Observing (UF)
1 (11.1%)

Change (Unicorn/Factory)
0 (0.0%)

Far Weston. (UF)
0 (0.0%)

Where Do Unicorns Come From?. (UF)
0 (0.0%)

The Silver Road. (UF)
0 (0.0%)

The Unicorn Bride Rebellion. (UF)
2 (22.2%)

Duty (UF)
0 (0.0%)

Unicorn Strokes. (UF)
0 (0.0%)

Unicorn-Chaste. (UF)
0 (0.0%)

Over the Wall (DnD)
4 (44.4%)

Jin/Hostages (DnD)
3 (33.3%)

Bianna (DnD)
3 (33.3%)

Stranded in Winter (Stn)
3 (33.3%)

Matchmaker, Matchmaker (Adg)
1 (11.1%)

About That… (Adg)
0 (0.0%)

Bracken, her first year (Adg)
0 (0.0%)

Deaths in the Faerie apocalypse, a side note (Adg)
2 (22.2%)

They Were Over - (Adg)
1 (11.1%)

Together/Again (Adg)
0 (0.0%)

Then and Now (AF)
2 (22.2%)

Romance was never this convenient to handle
2 (22.2%)

Falling From Grace
1 (11.1%)

Someone Let Me Marathon Criminal Minds
1 (11.1%)

Own the Fate (AF)
1 (11.1%)

Hooked In (AF)
3 (33.3%)

Love Meme: Kai and Rozen, Autumn and Ink
4 (44.4%)

A Storm Brewing Over the Skies of … Setting
1 (11.1%)

The Monarch
1 (11.1%)

Where It All Began - the Zeroth Cohort in Addergoole
3 (33.3%)

The Princess and the Tallest Tower
0 (0.0%)

Return to Sender/Old Debts and Old Favors***
3 (33.3%)

Catbois in Cages
4 (44.4%)

What else should I continue?

aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
Crossover: Dr. House, Faerie Apocalypse. I cannot write Dr. Cuddy, so the third person here is a vague unnamed person.



“Dr. House, I'd like to introduce our new diagnostic machine, Melody Redfern. Melody, Dr. House.”

“Oh, come on,”House scoffed. “You keep trying to replace me, and you know it's futile.. Face it,”he sneered, you're stuck with me. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go stick a needle in a teenager's spine.”

“No, House, you misunderstood. Melody isn't here to replace you. She's here to replace the ridiculously overpriced tests you keep ordering.”

"What's she going to do?”. His gaze raked over the young woman, taking in her floral skirt and silver bracelets. “Read their tea leaves?”

“Now that you mention it…” Melody's voice matched her appearance: sweet and thin.

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aldersprig: (Jaunx)
First: A New World
Previous:
 Kael-Room




Joaon. The letter shapes, the strange way he ended certain letters - she could not read this, not yet, but she could recognize his handwriting, even in a script that had changed immensely.

She needed.  Well, she needed potions.  She needed a whole bunch of potions.

It was time to see what this pretend-workroom had been stocked with.

And what this pretend-cauldron was going to do.

She started going through the cupboards, one through one.  All of them were labelled in this strange script - not in her handwriting, or in Joaon’s - but they were also labelled right after that in her own language.  There she was, tongue-of-the-maiden and kisses-on-eyebrows, her favorite flowers.  They had grown in the rooftop gardens, once upon a time.  But if she was “forbidden” to go up there, it was unlikely anyone had maintained them.  She would have to find all the right ingredients again.

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