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Post by Thorn on Apr 11, 2023 7:16:25 GMT -5
Preserving my first attempt to write about one of my characters in Māori. Ko Astrophelle ia. Ko ātaahua ia me ko pai ia, me kaore ia tuku. Astrophelle aroha he wahine. Ko Emily ia, he wairua. Emily he tau haumaru ia, engari Astrophelle aroha rua wāhine. "Kia ora e hoa." Astrophelle aroha kōtahi Sky Swallowsong. Ko māia Sky, me hōnore ia. Ko Sky mōrearea ia. Ka Astrophelle whakaora Sky. In English: She is Astrophelle. She is beautiful and she is good, and she does not give up.
Astrophelle loves a woman. She is Emily, a spirit. Emily is a safe partner, but Astrophelle loves two women.
"Hello my friend."
Astrophelle loves one Sky Swallowsong. Sky is brave, and Sky is honorable.
Sky is dangerous.
Astrophelle will save Sky. |
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Post by Thorn on May 14, 2023 23:59:14 GMT -5
Pleistocene campaign setting is at 20 pages, and I still have rambly notes to translate and sections to expand on.
Considering I want to get a good quality print and binding of this one, I'm very happy with how it's coming along!
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Post by Thorn on May 20, 2023 3:13:46 GMT -5
Happened across a story I wrote in November 2021, that I never shared. Another EuroAtlantis NPC! This time typically very laid back Tayin with some Angst. Tayin is an agent of the Extratemporal Bureau, who worked with the party for a time. Suboptimal experience overall, but everyone made it out! Before they were a time agent they were a lil elf kid living on a spaceship! They had a cool cousin who validated their identity! Then tragedy struck! Alas. Tayin had dreamed this dream countless times before. They were on a ship, vaguely aware of the stars and deep cold astral beyond. Usually when they had this dream, the halls rang with raised voices and the blare of sirens. This time, there was only silence. Silence, and the feeling of awe young ones had when staring out into the vastness of space. Tayin remembered the feeling even now, though it was not as crisp as it had once been.
“Tay.”
There he was.
“Sy.”
“Hey, brother,” the newcomer smiled.
They were cousins, really, but had always treated each other like siblings. Many long evenings had been spent under a blanket watching horror films, with Tayin’s father protesting severely when they had nightmares. They spent every holiday together, except Freenight which Sy didn’t celebrate, and even then sometimes he would turn up with a new book or a toy, or a model astral ship just for Tayin.
They had so often stared into space together, imagining the future, but now Tayin turned away from that to focus on him fully. Memorise every detail. He was just like in the photos. Always would be.
He always felt so real in the moment.
“All these people like we never imagined,” Sy said. “Tieflings, Tay. If only your father could see us now.”
“He’d have conniptions.”
Sy laughed. His eyes crinkled at the edges, just like in the photos. Tay laughed with him, and they sat in the lobby. A service bot zoomed past, but there was nobody else around. It was yellow and green, like the one Tayin’s best friend had that everyone else was so jealous of.
Usually Tayin wasn’t aware they were dreaming. They wished that was the case this time.
“I miss you so much, Sy,” Tayin said quietly. “Usually I’m fine. But he reminded me of you. A taller, less elven, more annoying version of you.”
“More annoying? Is that even possible?”
“Amazingly, yes.”
“And the drow, of course. He shouldn’t have grabbed you.”
“You would have thrown him in the ditch. The best big brother.”
“You never have to see him again.”
“I know.”
Sy nodded slowly. “But it still hurts. I get that. You might never see our people again.”
“I try not to care,” sighed Tayin, “but yeah. First dark elf- drow, I suppose- I’ve met in years. It sucks.”
“There will be others.”
His demeanour suddenly changed. “Stay safe, brother. You’re 15. Focus on your studies, and ask her on a date, and whatever.”
They wanted to interrupt, but Tayin could only listen. The last words Sy had ever said to them, undoubtedly distorted over the years, but in essence the same.
The sirens blared. Voices were raised. Tayin grabbed for Sy, but he was already gone. Tayin was in their room, sitting on their bedroll, door locked from the outside.
Then they were back in the bureau, now bolt upright in their favourite chair, tears streaming down their cheeks. Tayin stood, brushing them away, and went to the dresser. Picked up a small plain journal, went back to the old familiar armchair, and began to write. |
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