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Brainstorming Invitation

It's post asa kraiya and past where you are if you're caught up on Eclipse Court.  



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Chevenga is peacefully positioned as semanakraseye of Yeola-e again.  Kallijas is serenely seated on the Crystal Throne of the Empire of Arko, with Minis waiting in the wings to take over when he comes of age. Both Assemblies are arguing and in the case of the Yeolis, waving their

474 - This Isn't Enough Water

"Riala… are you sure you're going to be comfortable?  I mean…"

She looked at Kyriala and then smiled slightly.  "I think I know what is going to happen later on tonight.  I had my healing in the main House of Masks, Ky.  Do you think that Narilla would let me leave without helping me with my pain there?"

Kyriala had started blushing long before Ri finished.  "Oh… no…"

"I might even be able

473 - A Tongue Like a Fly

I almost remembered living in the Marble Palace from before.  I remembered the swing.  I'm sitting on the swing trying to make it go high enough to touch my toes to the gold and plaster swags on the ceiling. I can see scuffs so somebody did it more than once.  I wonder if Minis did?

"Ilesias Aan.  I should, ahem, like to speak to you, young man!"

"Awwww… Ailadas!  I nearly have it!  Wait one

472 - I Didn't Like That Object

The rain poured down outside but here below, in the Mahid quarters under all the great, piled up mountain of stone that was the Marble Palace, it was impossible to tell.

The stream of kaf from the spout into the white cup, hiding delicate translucency, was enough to concentrate one's proper attention on. 

"Sera… Fenjitza…" Inensa said quietly and paused, unsure how to proceed.

"Narilla, please

471 - The Middle Way

I stared at him a moment, then buried my nose in my tea.  It was Haian tea.  Same as if Zinchaer'd set it in my hands.  What kind of help?

I… he… well, Surya had said… um. Any thought of what I truly needed went clean out of my head.

"I will read your healer's notes –" an okas speaking about reading something, so casually.  I had to blink and smile a little.  How quickly Arko was changing.  

470 - In a Robe He Looks Almost Haian

I found myself with dogs on leashes, ten in each hand… the ones that had come over to sniff me, the two puppies Tanifas had been drying and their mother, along with another five.

Tanifas had the other leashes in hand but no dogs linked to any of them… they seemed to be more a symbol of his authority than restraints.  None of the dogs even stepped out in front of him as he went to open the

469 - In the Marble Palace Kennel

I could not image an okas healer that my grandfather would actually recommend to me.  That was as strange as if we'd all woken up with wings growing out of our backs. And to tell me to see him in the kennels… that just confused me.  But I couldn't discern any kind of joke or jest, at least that he would admit to.

"I have already spoken to the man and he is prepared to speak to you, Grandson,

468 - The Dog Man

"… your honoured grandfather is in the solar with the ladies and the Haians, Serin."

"Thank you."

I had gone down to look for grandfather and was surprised to find the Mahid quarters all but empty and the servant having to re-direct me.  Haians?  I know that Akminchaer is still here but there is more than one Haian here?

There were actually three other Haians, apparently visiting Akminchaer

Update

I will be posting tonight... but it will be late.  I actually haven't started writing this one... it might be part of the next I'm not sure.  What with a sick household (not that kind... cold and flu!) and driving boys around and and and... it will be later.
Hope everyone has a good Easter Weekend. (Or Oestara.)  And after this, I'll be back on Tuesday.  Ciao!

467 - Days Filling Up

I watched the amoyawa spiral up slowly on the sluggish morning branmoy.  It was hard to think that because of that machine rather than being eight-days of travel to see someone again in Yeola-e it could be as little as three days if the wind and branmoy favoured.  They spiraled up to become tiny dots against the odd clouds blowing in and then peeled away to slide down the wind toward Yeola-e.