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Travelogue: Part 4
Elf
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 This runs on from Travelogue: Part 3 and runs to 2,547 words.



"Didn't you get a letter explaining everything?"  The stewardess looked at her questioningly.

"There was a letter," Saylie admitted, "but I never got to see it.  I don't think it was addressed to me, because my parents had opened it and read it by the time I got home from school.  It had my train tickets in it, but I wasn't given those until we got to the station, and there were some checklists of things that I had to do and pack, so I got given those to do, but I didn't see the letter itself.  My parents told me what it was about."  Saylie sighed.   What she didn't tell the stewardess was how her mother had discussed her annoyance and shame at having a child exiled for hours at a time.

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Travelogue: Part 3
Elf
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This follows on from Travelogue: Part 2 and runs to 3,297 words. 

Note: Everything has wound up blue, which was not what I intended and fixing it will take much playing with the formatting.  Please let me know if blue on white makes reading this post too hard - if it is a problem then it can be fixed but I don't know whether it is a problem, so feedback, please.


Dry Happenstance, where they stopped at midmorning, seemed to be a town of wide verandas, shaded footpaths, and buildings made of red and purple stone, with only a little orange in the mix. The roofs were mainly made of corrugated metal, much of it unpainted and shiny. In the residential parts of town, the train went past walled properties, and the railway station had a tall wall on either side of it. Inside the walls of the station there was a lush garden, reminiscent of the railway cuttings along the line, but full of fruit trees, kitchen herbs and ornamental flowers. It seemed likely to Saylie that the tall walls around the town's houses enclosed similar gardens, and she wondered why the walls made the difference between no plants and this amazing lushness.

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A Conversation
Elf
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This came out of ColleenR's prompt over on Patreon for "a short piece on the perceptions of time...."  It didn't stay being about time, mind you, and there is some important background information for Nai's story in there.  It came in at 1,890 words, so not short - sorry Colleen.
There is a content warning for this one - this story contains discussion of inappropriate historical psychiatric treatment.

"So, you have questions."  The elderly woman with olive skin and liver spots on her face handed her guest a cup of tea.  Her nearly white hair was pulled up into a bun on the back of her head, and she was wearing an old local form of dress rather than the blacks that modern Tang-jians commonly wore.  The tea cups were in the Tang-jian style, tall and straight without handles, and they, together with the teapot, were decorated in a pink on white design of flower blossoms and snowflakes.  She and her guest sat at a round table, slightly lower than her guest was used to, and their chairs had wide seats, backs, and no arms.

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Liavan: Spring - Part 9
Elf
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 This follows on from Liavan: Spring - Part 8 and runs to 2,886 words.


The track continued past the strangler fig, and then began to turn south so that it was no longer headed straight at the short escarpment that marked the western and north-western edges of the royal preserve.  The mixed trees of the western edge of the woods gave way to hammurucks, a native tree traditionally associated with kings.  At first Liavan simply noted that, presumably through the heavy shade cast with their large soft swathes of needle-like leaves, they discouraged the other plants, but then she found the carpet of nunquils, palest pink and blue in the shade of hammurucks so old that they were tall, squat, hollow stumps sprouting the trunk leaves of senescence.  The ancient stumps marched along the track in pairs, marking what must have once been a grand approach to something.

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Travelogue: Part 2
Elf
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This follows on from Travelogue: Part 1 and runs to 3,360 words.

The afternoon didn't drag on, but Saylie did pull out a puzzle book and some pens so she had something to do aside from gazing out the window.  The sun was getting lower in the west and the shadow of the train was making the details of the near fields more difficult to see.  There was more pasture in among the crop now too and Saylie noted that there were separate herds of black or white cows in some of those pastures.  Darkness came as the train was pulling into Morphelstone and she realised that she couldn't see the colour of the buildings.  

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Travelogue: Part 1
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In her prompt, kailing asked for "moar train journeys" and said that I could mix a few of her prompt suggestions together. Well, a few of the other prompts flavour this piece but I seem to have written a multi-part travelogue for a new setting - but with plot elements! This first part runs to 3,439 words. I hope that you all enjoy it.




Saylie was being sent into exile, there was no other word for it. The official letters for her post-school assignment had come, and her parents hadn't let her see them as they tried to get the decision changed or the blow softened. As they came to grips with their failure her mother's temper got shorter and rattier, and her father became more soothing and more distant. Instead of letting her read the official letter herself, Saylie's mother gave her verbal summaries and her own critiques of how Saylie's failings had led to a state of affairs that her parents couldn't get her out of. How her school and aptitude assessments had told the authorities that she wasn't someone that they wanted hanging around the city, and so, now she had finished her compulsory schooling, she was being sent away. Borasboom was a civilised place surrounded by tamed, cultivated and managed lands. How it wasn't just that Saylie's particular talents were messily explosive and barely confined but that she lacked the personal discipline and application to keep her magic in check.

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Old News
Elf
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In response to Zia Nuray's request for a side note on Liavan's Great Aunt Anglou, after two pages of notes and three starts, we have this. It runs to 747 words.

The dying man finished what he wanted to say, and the room went quiet.

If it had been thirty, even twenty, years ago Anglou Saddler would have cried.  Even ten years ago she would have cursed the dying man, deathbed or not.

Now?  Now Dendion Gale and all their plans for a life together were thirty years dead.  She'd made a different life, and time had aged her grief for both the man and the life she might have had with him into an occasional melancholic regret.  The only difference now was that a dying man had confessed to her once betrothed's murder.

The prosecution of the murder, or not, wasn't Anglou's problem.  That duty lay with the town reeve, and ultimately the King.  The reeve's presence at the confession, requested by the dying man himself, absolved Anglou and the dying man's family of the responsibility of reporting the matter.  Murder was not a thing that you should have to request that it be investigated or prosecuted, and at the moment Anglou was glad that she didn't have to take on those responsibilities.

"What happens now?"  That was one of the dying man's sons, a well-grown man with children of his own who'd been a toddler back when it had all happened.

"I will check your father's statement against the facts recorded at time of Dendion Gale's death," replied the reeve.  "Then I will interview the families of the other men he mentions in his story; in case they too raised the matter before their own ends.  When all of that information is in hand, a decision will be made as to how to proceed."  He glanced at the man in the bed who was propped up with pillows and cushions to make breathing and speaking easier.   "It is entirely possible, given the state if your father's health, that the natural course of events will outrun the investigation."

"That's what I thought," confirmed the dying man.  "Why else leave matters so long and speak now?  Thing is," he added another confession, "with me gone, he'll have lost his last chance of vengeance against those who caused his wrongful death.  All of us who were there that day have sons and grandsons who work down that mine now, and those lads are not to blame for this.  I hold that none of us would have gotten out of that collapse that day if we hadn't done what we did, but time has come to acknowledge all debts.  His blood kin left the world before him, so I owe them candles and prayers, but I've been offering them up for him and his for years now.  That leaves Mistress Saddler."  Everyone turned to look at Anglou.  "We, we didn't really believe him when he told us all he had a girl."  He paused, "And then we all thought she'd find someone else, but...."

"Turned out that there was no-one else who particularly interested me or was particularly interested in me," said Anglou briskly.

"A lot's happened in the last thirty years, think on, Hollace Farrow."  She looked   around the room at the reeve, the descendants of the dying Hollace Farrow, the attending priest, and Market Cranebourne's resident withemaster, Withemaster Read.  "What I ask for now, isn't what I would have asked for then.  The execution of justice in this matter isn't mine.  What I want now is no unnatural deaths coming out of the mine.  That means recovering what is left of the body and giving it a proper funeral and burial."  The priest and the withemaster nodded in agreement.  "Hollace, you are going to pay for a coffin for Dendion, and your lads are going to take it down in to the mine and bring his body out in it after you tell them where to find it.  Then you are going to share your funeral with him." 

The priest spoke up.  "That should work, if you retrieve the body before Hollace dies."

A granddaughter asked, "Excuse me, what happens if they don't do that?"

"Then they'll be playing hide and seek in the dark with a vengeance seeking dead man," replied Withemaster Read.  "One fuelled by righteousness.  That would be...difficult." 

"Very difficult," agreed the priest.  "The bishop would probably have to go to the archbishop for help, and the archbishop might need to ask the other archbishops."

"Perhaps we should go tonight then," suggested a Fallow son-in-law.  "If we've not much time, then we shouldn't waste it.”


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Liavan: Spring - Part 8
Elf
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After a month of coughing and trying to get the oomph to fix the plot hole I tried to ignore, I’ve finally done it and here we are again! This leads on from Part 7 and runs to 2,872 words.



Over an hour after Father Manrel had gone on his way but while it was still before noon, Liavan's stall received a visit from two of her older sisters. Havor was wearing a dark blue tunic over a slightly lighter blue dress while Adnie was wearing a red dress under an orange tunic. Both of them were wearing straw hats adorned with feathers dyed to match their tunics, and both were carrying shopping baskets. Liavan noticed that they both looked around carefully before approaching her.

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An Evening of Conversations
Master Que
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This follows on from Disrupting Arrangements and runs to 3,002 words.


I announced myself with a cheery, “Good evening, Master Que!  Everyone, this is my gi teacher and manager, Master Que Tzu.  If you have an interest in professional gi fighters, his professional name is Shui Tzu Dan and I am fortunate to have his guidance.”  I bowed politely in his direction, and went on, “May I make known to you my fellow students Lin Wu, Xiang An, Wei Ge, Li Zhen, Tang Tu, Han Er, and Hen Xiao?”

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Liavan: Spring - Part 7
Elf
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This runs on from Liavan: Spring - Part 6 and runs to 2,901 words.


They made their good byes and while the town reeve returned to his own office in the building next door, the three women went to the Bishop's Residence. Father Manrel received them in a comfortable study on the ground floor of the building near its business entrance. Being a churchman, he wore a grey kilt under a grey tunic that had silver buttons down the left-hand side fastening. He had knee-high grey socks and black shoes on his feet, while his hair was pulled back neatly into a standard clerical ponytail almost long enough to reach the waistband of his kilt, if that portion of the garment had been on display. His guest chairs were upholstered in blue and he offered everyone tea.
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