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19 -- Dinner at Feliras's Glory

Once I had my skates back on, and my Mahid as well, I led the way up towards the Lion’s Bridge, slower this time because my start wasn’t as easy from the fessas thoroughfare as the shallow hill from the Mezem. By the time my little train of chairs reached the Rejin of Heroes on the Avenue of Statuary bordering the solas quarter we were moving fast enough that Raikas was laughing again. There were

Raikas in Stitches

I coasted to a stop in front of a closed up tailor’s shop. It had a discrete sign in polished black wood and white painted lettering. “Dinikaias” The two chairs stopped behind me, pulling into an empty waiting space off the lane.“Joras. Knock and announce us.”He did the usual Mahid knock, the hard rap with intent. It got people’s attention fast enough. I could hear the panting of the bearers

Chapter 4, Life in the Chair Lane

On the extra day, the Diem Carnal Licentious and Ecstasy I went out with my Mahid and required them to put on their faib skates because I wished to wear mine.The main square was flat enough for the row of small wheels on the skates to run smoothly and the Avenue of Statuary and the circle around the Mezem. My guard and I pushed off from the Steel Gate stairs and swooshed smoothly over the bridges

Libraries and Faibalitz skates

When the old man finally released me I fled to the library with the reading list in my fist. The library was quiet and cool, and all of the emotions I found so difficult or ugly to deal with in people were safely locked away behind wooden and leather covers and I had complete control over them. Books, to me, were the best friends I could have. They could be destroyed like people but because of

A good use for Poisoned Cake and the New Tutor

Next morning I paddled in the Lesser Baths without anyone to yell at me and I think I managed to get myself clean. I pulled my bathrobe on over my damp skin and wandered out to the Golden dining room. The servants were all there, already having dinner. It was Diem Wardsback so dinner was served first. People got to interpret whatever they chose as to how far to go backwards. My Aitzas attendants were following my father’s lead and weren’t in evidence or they’d have to do something humiliati

Author's Note

Hello to all at Ad Astra Science Fiction Convention -- you guys rock.

I'd also like thank you everyone who came to the launch party, the four-legged turkeys and chocolate kahlua pecan bites seemed to be very popular. We'll have to do this again!

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View from the Puckered Fig

Jitzmitthra or not, there is no holiday for any purveyor of food or drink, my aged father always said, and he was right. As owner and master of a wineshop in the tiny cubby my family had the fortune to own for five hundred years I did, at least, not have to get up like a baker in the cool hours of night to begin my day. I was on site this first day of Jitz however before the sun was over the rim.

There were always the usual pre-opening jobs, on top of having the entire basement absolutely packe

Root Crisps and a nice 153 Tatzias Vintage

He gave me a quick hug, easily. He did it without thinking about whether he wanted to. It was quick so I didn’t startle at it. He just hugged me because he likes me. He hugged me because he thinks I deserve a hug. I was so confused I just blinked at him.

“No need to be sorry. Not your responsibility.” I nodded and he grinned at me an pushed a finger into my ribs in another tickle.

“OW! Hey! Row, rowwowwow!” I remembered I was being a puppy dog today. He had me giggling again in a minute an

Chapter 3 Part 4 More Jitzmitthra

Down the Avenue of Statuary I could see the shuttered windows in Adamas Nizen’s school standing wide open, so that anyone, not just solas could see what was being taught. But the teacher was juggling instead of teaching fighting. I stopped to watch because he was juggling flaming batons and instructing his students who struggled with simple leather balls. I wanted to stop longer and learn how to juggle but thought that my friend might want or need instruction this first Jitzmithra morning.

Som

An Aside: My First Nurse

I know now her name was Disarsha Liporas, aitza.

She was the first nurse I could remember. She was short for an aitzas woman, with her hair trailing from the bun on top of her head still reaching her feet. It reached the floor even though the bun was three coils high. Her hair was white gold from age and once, she told me, it used to be a warm gold like harvest sun on wheat fields. I begged her to let it down one year during Jitzmitthra and it was almost as long again as her height when she