Word Count: 42,006
Summary of Events:
Chapter 13:
Sgémoíse came and talked to Saoirse along with attempting to be untoward to her, but Saoirse stopped him and then her younger brother came and fought Sgémoíse, but Saoirse had to stop the fight before one of them died.
Chapter 14:
All of Castleorghlynne gathered for a celebration and dance and Saoirse ended up overexerting her abdominal muscles in dancing. Adaire arrived in Nea and found that no one was waiting to whisk him off into the king's presence, which actually got him concerned.
Excerpt of the Day:
""We received notice that a fleet would be coming for trade," the officer said. "I didn't realise that the attempt to circumnavigate Ureonaiea was also a trading mission."
"Might as well make the voyage useful," Adaire said.
"That is true," the officer said, pulling out a paper and looking at it for a moment before returning it and continuing his search. "Of course it is a little hazardous, with the way the Aissureans are right now."
"The sea is always risky," Adaire said. "You never know what kind of storms could whip up; clouds are deceptive."
"Indeed," the officer agreed. "Here, this is the notification."
Adaire waited as the officer read it over, then flipped around to the other side and kept reading.
"Oh, yes it does," he said. "It says right here that the voyage is also going to circumnavigate the continent of Ureonaiea; I guess I just read the pertinent information off the front of the page and didn't bother with the other side. Well then, I guess I should send notice to the king."
"I guess everyone else read the page and did the opposite," Adaire said. "They saw the circumnavigating Ureonaiea part and told everyone, forgetting the part about it being a trading mission."
"I guess so," the officer said, sitting down to pen the notice.
Once he'd written the notice he summoned a dock man and instructed him on what to do with the notice. The dock man headed off and the officer looked at Adaire with curious contemplation for a few moments.
"You're the liaison for the Heijmegourde Shipping Company for this voyage, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," Adaire replied.
"I don't believe I've ever seen you before," he said.
"This is my first voyage as liaison," Adaire replied. "And I'm also heir to the Company."
"Oh?" the officer said. "I thought there were others, one of them came as liaison a couple of years back."
"There were others," Adaire replied. "But shipping is a dangerous business, and unfortunately most of them were claimed by accidents related to the business."
"Oh dear," the officer said. "That's rather unfortunate."
Adaire nodded, working to remain focused on where he was and not memories of the past.
"Are there any others after you?" the officer asked.
"No," Adaire replied. "I am the last son, all my father has left otherwise is daughters."
The officer nodded, looking like he was amazed and wanted to offer a comment, but had thought better of it and was holding his tongue. Adaire shifted uncomfortably and looked at the activity of the dock around him.
Out the corner of his eye Adaire spied a white carriage pulled by a time of light grey horses approaching; the carriage was trimmed in silver and sky blue, and Adaire was sure that it was a royal carriage."
Nea: neeah
Aissureans: aysyooreeans
Monday, June 08, 2015
Saturday, June 06, 2015
Astounding Discovery: Day 6
Word Count: 36,002
Summary of Events:
Chapter 11:
Saoirse contemplated what to do about the situation with Sgémoíse and his mother. Adaire got into a fight with the captain over their ideas of Adaire's conduct. The travelling market came to town and Saoirse wandered through it looking at what all was being offered.
Chapter 12:
Adaire arrived in Nourd-Wouest and immediately went to see the king, but was thrown out due to his inebriation. Saoirse went to see the Castleorghlynne Rí with the blacksmith's son, who seemed intent to make up for accidentally causing her an injury.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Gíwllyn guided Saoirse over the hills that stood between the rather broad valley Castleorghlynne was located in and the rí after which the village was named — or possibly was named after the village, Saoirse wasn't entirely sure, she just knew the two of them had the same name.
The reason that Castleorghlynne wasn't immediately beside the rí bearing the same name was mainly the narrowness of the fallen the rí cut through; all of the land leading to it was quite steep, and there were no flats beside the rí suitable for putting any kind of residence; they were only suitable for sitting or standing on.
However, the northern part of the village was barely a few minutes walk from the rí, although access to it there was so steep that stairs had been chiseled out of the stony ground to get down to the water for washing; a pulley and a bucket were at the top of the cliff for drawing water.
As they climbed down the other side of the hill, Gíwllyn held onto Saoirse's lower back tightly and made sure that he was always leading the way down. Finally they arrived at the bottom of the hill at the slim flat of grass alongside the rí that steadily moved from its near headwaters northeastward to join the Kylbeíghne Rí and flow to into the Kylbeíghne Baíleígh and the strait between O'Aennea and O'Naómshiní, the two largest of the islands that were O'Enne.
Saoirse sat down in the long, soft grass close to the edge and let her left leg hang down, her toes stroking the cool, clear water of the rí. Now that the ice had all broken off and was safely off in the baíleígh and the strait, if not the ocean, the rí was safe to visit.
Gíwllyn sat down beside Saoirse, keeping both of his feet safely up on the bank, and started braiding a clump of grass even while it was still in the ground. He looked like he wanted to say something.
"Yes?" Saoirse asked.
"What?" Gíwllyn asked, startling.
"You look like you want to say something," Saoirse replied.
"Oh," Gíwllyn said. "I, I just want to apologize for startling you the other day."
"You already did," Saoirse said. "And I forgave you, surely that's enough, isn't it?"
"I know it should be," Gíwllyn said. "But I don't feel like it is."
Saoirse reached over and took Gíwllyn's hand into both of hers, rubbing her thumbs gently over the back of it. Gíwllyn looked at Saoirse apologetically and she looked at him sympathetically.
"You've been a magnificent gentleman," Saoirse said. "In spite of all your shyness you are a wonderful man, and you would be more wonderful if you were more confident as well."
Gíwllyn looked at Saoirse like he couldn't believe what she was saying. Saoirse continued to hold his hand and gazed at him with assurance; she wanted to convince him of this truth that he apparently had yet to have been told."
Nourd-Wouest: nohrd w'oohest
rí: ree
Gíwllyn: g'eewlyn
Kylbeíghne: kylebey'gnh
baíleígh: byeley
O'Naómshiní: oh nahomshiny
Summary of Events:
Chapter 11:
Saoirse contemplated what to do about the situation with Sgémoíse and his mother. Adaire got into a fight with the captain over their ideas of Adaire's conduct. The travelling market came to town and Saoirse wandered through it looking at what all was being offered.
Chapter 12:
Adaire arrived in Nourd-Wouest and immediately went to see the king, but was thrown out due to his inebriation. Saoirse went to see the Castleorghlynne Rí with the blacksmith's son, who seemed intent to make up for accidentally causing her an injury.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Gíwllyn guided Saoirse over the hills that stood between the rather broad valley Castleorghlynne was located in and the rí after which the village was named — or possibly was named after the village, Saoirse wasn't entirely sure, she just knew the two of them had the same name.
The reason that Castleorghlynne wasn't immediately beside the rí bearing the same name was mainly the narrowness of the fallen the rí cut through; all of the land leading to it was quite steep, and there were no flats beside the rí suitable for putting any kind of residence; they were only suitable for sitting or standing on.
However, the northern part of the village was barely a few minutes walk from the rí, although access to it there was so steep that stairs had been chiseled out of the stony ground to get down to the water for washing; a pulley and a bucket were at the top of the cliff for drawing water.
As they climbed down the other side of the hill, Gíwllyn held onto Saoirse's lower back tightly and made sure that he was always leading the way down. Finally they arrived at the bottom of the hill at the slim flat of grass alongside the rí that steadily moved from its near headwaters northeastward to join the Kylbeíghne Rí and flow to into the Kylbeíghne Baíleígh and the strait between O'Aennea and O'Naómshiní, the two largest of the islands that were O'Enne.
Saoirse sat down in the long, soft grass close to the edge and let her left leg hang down, her toes stroking the cool, clear water of the rí. Now that the ice had all broken off and was safely off in the baíleígh and the strait, if not the ocean, the rí was safe to visit.
Gíwllyn sat down beside Saoirse, keeping both of his feet safely up on the bank, and started braiding a clump of grass even while it was still in the ground. He looked like he wanted to say something.
"Yes?" Saoirse asked.
"What?" Gíwllyn asked, startling.
"You look like you want to say something," Saoirse replied.
"Oh," Gíwllyn said. "I, I just want to apologize for startling you the other day."
"You already did," Saoirse said. "And I forgave you, surely that's enough, isn't it?"
"I know it should be," Gíwllyn said. "But I don't feel like it is."
Saoirse reached over and took Gíwllyn's hand into both of hers, rubbing her thumbs gently over the back of it. Gíwllyn looked at Saoirse apologetically and she looked at him sympathetically.
"You've been a magnificent gentleman," Saoirse said. "In spite of all your shyness you are a wonderful man, and you would be more wonderful if you were more confident as well."
Gíwllyn looked at Saoirse like he couldn't believe what she was saying. Saoirse continued to hold his hand and gazed at him with assurance; she wanted to convince him of this truth that he apparently had yet to have been told."
Nourd-Wouest: nohrd w'oohest
rí: ree
Gíwllyn: g'eewlyn
Kylbeíghne: kylebey'gnh
baíleígh: byeley
O'Naómshiní: oh nahomshiny
Friday, June 05, 2015
Astonishing Discovery: Day 5
Word Count: 30,007
Summary of Events:
Chapter 9:
Saoirse got into an argument with Sgémoíse's mother over the uproar his treatment of her following her getting run over by the sheep cause. Adaire helped navigate the ship through the shipping lanes to the harbour in Außtöst, but not without incident.
Chapter 10:
Saoirse went to deliver some mended clothes to the blacksmith and ended up getting startled and injured again, but was quickly tended to. Adaire intended to head straight for the harbour so that he wouldn't be late for sailing again, but was detained by the king, although he still made it on time.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Adaire wasn't sure how close the ships would be, although he knew that single ships always had to yield to fleets, and that the larger fleets always had the right of way. Being as all of these looked to be single ships, so they would have the right of way.
But would all of the ships yield? Were those ships even watching? Adaire couldn't really judge. They would just have to sail and see what happened and hope that there were no collisions or damages, as they could well sink this far out and then the voyage would be over.
Several of the ships closer to the coast were passing in front already now; the winds were favourable and drawing the fleet closer to the shores of Außtöst, and with his spyglass Adaire could see the large, bustling harbour city — although not too clearly through the forest of masts that filled the harbour in front of it.
Diligently Adaire scanned the waters, keeping an eye on all of the ships to see where they were going and when their courses might cross with that of the fleet. Adaire watched the ships as they sailed and hoped that they would all be courteous and yield.
Adaire was starting to be able to see the city without his spyglass rather well, but he kept the spyglass to his eye and scanned the waters. There didn't seem to be any danger; and the lookup out in the nest hadn't called anything out yet either, so it looked like they were going to make it to Außtöst without incident.
At the sound of shouts, however, Adaire startled and whirled around to face the back of the ship. Adaire didn't know what to say, and so watched in speechless horror as a southbound ship sailed behind the Meignÿvÿca much too close.
Sailors rushed up around behind the captain to yell obscenities at the foolish ship, Adaire rushed forward with them, but instead of going up to scold, Adaire went into the captain's quarters and watched with horror as the great, grand windows were torn open by the passing ship's hind end.
Glass flew everywhere and Adaire ducked, even though he didn't feel any glass hitting him. Once the sound of shattering stopped Adaire looked at the carnage. They might be laid up in Außtöst for a bit longer than a week getting new windows.
A few moments later Adaire heard the door open behind him and several gasps and hissings or outbursts of profanities. Adaire looked around and saw the captain, his face red with rage, beholding the scene.
Adaire slid out and let the others view the carnage and slipped out to see what flags the ship that'd hit them was flying. Adaire's eyes went did with appall when he saw: Beldonersteine and the Heijmegourde Shipping Company."
Summary of Events:
Chapter 9:
Saoirse got into an argument with Sgémoíse's mother over the uproar his treatment of her following her getting run over by the sheep cause. Adaire helped navigate the ship through the shipping lanes to the harbour in Außtöst, but not without incident.
Chapter 10:
Saoirse went to deliver some mended clothes to the blacksmith and ended up getting startled and injured again, but was quickly tended to. Adaire intended to head straight for the harbour so that he wouldn't be late for sailing again, but was detained by the king, although he still made it on time.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Adaire wasn't sure how close the ships would be, although he knew that single ships always had to yield to fleets, and that the larger fleets always had the right of way. Being as all of these looked to be single ships, so they would have the right of way.
But would all of the ships yield? Were those ships even watching? Adaire couldn't really judge. They would just have to sail and see what happened and hope that there were no collisions or damages, as they could well sink this far out and then the voyage would be over.
Several of the ships closer to the coast were passing in front already now; the winds were favourable and drawing the fleet closer to the shores of Außtöst, and with his spyglass Adaire could see the large, bustling harbour city — although not too clearly through the forest of masts that filled the harbour in front of it.
Diligently Adaire scanned the waters, keeping an eye on all of the ships to see where they were going and when their courses might cross with that of the fleet. Adaire watched the ships as they sailed and hoped that they would all be courteous and yield.
Adaire was starting to be able to see the city without his spyglass rather well, but he kept the spyglass to his eye and scanned the waters. There didn't seem to be any danger; and the lookup out in the nest hadn't called anything out yet either, so it looked like they were going to make it to Außtöst without incident.
At the sound of shouts, however, Adaire startled and whirled around to face the back of the ship. Adaire didn't know what to say, and so watched in speechless horror as a southbound ship sailed behind the Meignÿvÿca much too close.
Sailors rushed up around behind the captain to yell obscenities at the foolish ship, Adaire rushed forward with them, but instead of going up to scold, Adaire went into the captain's quarters and watched with horror as the great, grand windows were torn open by the passing ship's hind end.
Glass flew everywhere and Adaire ducked, even though he didn't feel any glass hitting him. Once the sound of shattering stopped Adaire looked at the carnage. They might be laid up in Außtöst for a bit longer than a week getting new windows.
A few moments later Adaire heard the door open behind him and several gasps and hissings or outbursts of profanities. Adaire looked around and saw the captain, his face red with rage, beholding the scene.
Adaire slid out and let the others view the carnage and slipped out to see what flags the ship that'd hit them was flying. Adaire's eyes went did with appall when he saw: Beldonersteine and the Heijmegourde Shipping Company."
Thursday, June 04, 2015
Astounding Discovery: Day 4
Word Count: 24,023
Summary of Events:
Chapter 7:
Adaire and the fleet set out from Aifos after two days and Adaire found out he could've ordered the fleet to stay longer; he learned some of the history of Aifos with the captain before declaring they should stop at every country possible — whether they were trading with them or not.
Chapter 8:
Adaire and the fleet then arrived in Zeig and Adaire was introduced to the king's family before being taken on a tour of the capital. Saoirse was helping with sheep shearing and got run over by a sheep. After a week in Zeig Adaire and the fleet set off again — not that Adaire wanted to leave.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Passing through the grand gate, they went down the cobbled road past a great many grey stone buildings that were hidden from outside view by the wall, heading toward the grand palace.
Finally they passed through a smaller gate into the palace itself and a small courtyard, in which the carriage drew to a stop. The footman came down and opened the door; the king rose and stepped out first, Adaire following after him.
"Now we shall introduce the members of the court," the king said.
The footman produced a bugle — Adaire wasn't sure where from — and blue a tune on it. A few moments later a grandly dressed processional strode out and lined up in front of them.
Instantly Adaire noticed the fifth from last woman in the line; she was near to Adaire's age, and she was magnificently beautiful. She had golden blonde hair from what little he could see that wasn't hidden by the veil she wore.
Her deep blue eyes fixed on his gaze; Adaire felt his heart accelerate, he wanted to walk up to her that instant and wrap her in an embrace, and maybe even undo her hair so he could see how long it was.
Adaire broke their gaze when he realized the king was talking, so he pretended he was paying attention as the king indicated different people, who nodded their heads — he was probably introducing them but Adaire didn't care about their names; he wanted to know her name.
Finally the king indicated the person before her, who nodded; instantly Adaire started listening.
"My daughter, the Princess Willa-Marie . . ."
Willa-Marie, she was a lovely young woman, beautiful. Adaire glanced at the king as the last person, a sour-looking elderly woman, nodded her head. Adaire had a feeling she'd noticed his lack of concentration or something.
"Now that I've introduced you to the court, we have some time before dinner," the king said. "I think it should be enough time that we could show you around our fair capital."
Adaire opened his mouth to agree, but he glanced toward Willa-Marie and hesitated; he wanted to see the city, but he also wanted to spend time with her and get to know her — he did have a week, though, but nothing said that would be enough time to get to know her thoroughly enough.
"May I come along Papa?" Willa-Maire asked, stepping forward.
"Of course, of course," the king said. "Add a woman's perspective to it."
Adaire gave a bit of a smile and climbed into the carriage when the king indicated; Willa-Marie climbed in after him and sat down beside him, smiling sweetly for a brief moment before her father climbed into the carriage. Adaire was glad he was staying for a week."
Summary of Events:
Chapter 7:
Adaire and the fleet set out from Aifos after two days and Adaire found out he could've ordered the fleet to stay longer; he learned some of the history of Aifos with the captain before declaring they should stop at every country possible — whether they were trading with them or not.
Chapter 8:
Adaire and the fleet then arrived in Zeig and Adaire was introduced to the king's family before being taken on a tour of the capital. Saoirse was helping with sheep shearing and got run over by a sheep. After a week in Zeig Adaire and the fleet set off again — not that Adaire wanted to leave.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Passing through the grand gate, they went down the cobbled road past a great many grey stone buildings that were hidden from outside view by the wall, heading toward the grand palace.
Finally they passed through a smaller gate into the palace itself and a small courtyard, in which the carriage drew to a stop. The footman came down and opened the door; the king rose and stepped out first, Adaire following after him.
"Now we shall introduce the members of the court," the king said.
The footman produced a bugle — Adaire wasn't sure where from — and blue a tune on it. A few moments later a grandly dressed processional strode out and lined up in front of them.
Instantly Adaire noticed the fifth from last woman in the line; she was near to Adaire's age, and she was magnificently beautiful. She had golden blonde hair from what little he could see that wasn't hidden by the veil she wore.
Her deep blue eyes fixed on his gaze; Adaire felt his heart accelerate, he wanted to walk up to her that instant and wrap her in an embrace, and maybe even undo her hair so he could see how long it was.
Adaire broke their gaze when he realized the king was talking, so he pretended he was paying attention as the king indicated different people, who nodded their heads — he was probably introducing them but Adaire didn't care about their names; he wanted to know her name.
Finally the king indicated the person before her, who nodded; instantly Adaire started listening.
"My daughter, the Princess Willa-Marie . . ."
Willa-Marie, she was a lovely young woman, beautiful. Adaire glanced at the king as the last person, a sour-looking elderly woman, nodded her head. Adaire had a feeling she'd noticed his lack of concentration or something.
"Now that I've introduced you to the court, we have some time before dinner," the king said. "I think it should be enough time that we could show you around our fair capital."
Adaire opened his mouth to agree, but he glanced toward Willa-Marie and hesitated; he wanted to see the city, but he also wanted to spend time with her and get to know her — he did have a week, though, but nothing said that would be enough time to get to know her thoroughly enough.
"May I come along Papa?" Willa-Maire asked, stepping forward.
"Of course, of course," the king said. "Add a woman's perspective to it."
Adaire gave a bit of a smile and climbed into the carriage when the king indicated; Willa-Marie climbed in after him and sat down beside him, smiling sweetly for a brief moment before her father climbed into the carriage. Adaire was glad he was staying for a week."
Wednesday, June 03, 2015
Astounding Discovery: Day 3
Word Count: 18,005
Summary of Events:
Chapter 5:
Adaire and the fleet set sail from Beldonersteine with much pomp and ceremony at sunrise and made for Aifos. Saoirse went to deliver some mended clothes to the blacksmith's house and found out that the blacksmith liked her.
Chapter 6:
Adaire and the fleet docked at Aniger, the capital of Aifos, and were received by King Yévgeni Étatsé Nosolov XII and his wive, the Queen Consort Révékka and were then taken to lunch, where they met the Government of Aifos and the king's children.
Excerpt of the Day:
"The carpet was deep lilac and the chairs were upholstered in deep apple green — which was starting not to surprise Adaire; it would be more surprising if he were to see red, blue, yellow, or orange.
It looked like the table was set for a great crowd, but there was just the four of them — as the butler wasn't likely to sit down and eat with them — the king seated at the head of the table, the queen to his left, Adaire to his right, and the captain to Adaire's right.
Adaire glanced down the table at the empty places before looking down at his place setting of fine silver utensils and white glass plates edged with silver, lilac, and apple green stripes.
The glasses were clear and unmarked, the napkins were white and tied with a string of lilac and a string of apple green as if they were one string, even though they weren't woven together.
Remembering that his mother had told him it wasn't good to gawk, Adaire straightened and shifted uncomfortably, looking at the fair queen across from him who was looking toward the door.
Adaire looked over his shoulder toward the door as well and watched as it opened and a parade of children in various shades of lilac purple and apple green walked in. The oldest one — a son — looked to be the same age as Adaire's nieces, Luijsa and Ísobelle, which would put the queen at about thirty one years of age at the youngest.
Turning back to look at her, Adaire looked her over. How could she possibly be eleven years his senior? She looked like she was at the oldest three years his senior! Adaire turned back to the children, there were six of them, which meant that the queen was expecting the seventh.
All six of them sat alongside their mother from youngest to oldest; the youngest one looking maybe a year old. The queen looked at her children and smiled at them kindly before returning her gaze to the door.
Adaire looked as eleven men dressed in similar finery to the king — with exemption to the fact that they were bareheaded — strode in and were seated to the right of the captain with seven empty seats sporadically scattered between them. Then seven women walked in and filled the seats.
Unsure of the status of the men, Adaire assumed, though, that the seven women were wives of seven of the men. Adaire then turned and looked at the king as everyone else turned in that direction.
The king got to his feet. "Before we see food, I would like to introduce our guests," he said. "Master Eidere Sÿthei, heir and liaison of the Heijmegourde Shipping Company of Beldonersteine which is financing the trading mission that is also seeking to circle Ureonaiea."
Adaire stood up and nodded — he liked how the king had put his title, heir and liaison; he should remember that. Once the king was done he sat back down."
Aniger: ahkneezhehr
Yévgeni Étatsé Nosolov: yehvgehknee ehtahtsay nohsohlawv
Révékka: rehvehkah
Luijsa: Louisa
Ísobelle: easeohbell
Summary of Events:
Chapter 5:
Adaire and the fleet set sail from Beldonersteine with much pomp and ceremony at sunrise and made for Aifos. Saoirse went to deliver some mended clothes to the blacksmith's house and found out that the blacksmith liked her.
Chapter 6:
Adaire and the fleet docked at Aniger, the capital of Aifos, and were received by King Yévgeni Étatsé Nosolov XII and his wive, the Queen Consort Révékka and were then taken to lunch, where they met the Government of Aifos and the king's children.
Excerpt of the Day:
"The carpet was deep lilac and the chairs were upholstered in deep apple green — which was starting not to surprise Adaire; it would be more surprising if he were to see red, blue, yellow, or orange.
It looked like the table was set for a great crowd, but there was just the four of them — as the butler wasn't likely to sit down and eat with them — the king seated at the head of the table, the queen to his left, Adaire to his right, and the captain to Adaire's right.
Adaire glanced down the table at the empty places before looking down at his place setting of fine silver utensils and white glass plates edged with silver, lilac, and apple green stripes.
The glasses were clear and unmarked, the napkins were white and tied with a string of lilac and a string of apple green as if they were one string, even though they weren't woven together.
Remembering that his mother had told him it wasn't good to gawk, Adaire straightened and shifted uncomfortably, looking at the fair queen across from him who was looking toward the door.
Adaire looked over his shoulder toward the door as well and watched as it opened and a parade of children in various shades of lilac purple and apple green walked in. The oldest one — a son — looked to be the same age as Adaire's nieces, Luijsa and Ísobelle, which would put the queen at about thirty one years of age at the youngest.
Turning back to look at her, Adaire looked her over. How could she possibly be eleven years his senior? She looked like she was at the oldest three years his senior! Adaire turned back to the children, there were six of them, which meant that the queen was expecting the seventh.
All six of them sat alongside their mother from youngest to oldest; the youngest one looking maybe a year old. The queen looked at her children and smiled at them kindly before returning her gaze to the door.
Adaire looked as eleven men dressed in similar finery to the king — with exemption to the fact that they were bareheaded — strode in and were seated to the right of the captain with seven empty seats sporadically scattered between them. Then seven women walked in and filled the seats.
Unsure of the status of the men, Adaire assumed, though, that the seven women were wives of seven of the men. Adaire then turned and looked at the king as everyone else turned in that direction.
The king got to his feet. "Before we see food, I would like to introduce our guests," he said. "Master Eidere Sÿthei, heir and liaison of the Heijmegourde Shipping Company of Beldonersteine which is financing the trading mission that is also seeking to circle Ureonaiea."
Adaire stood up and nodded — he liked how the king had put his title, heir and liaison; he should remember that. Once the king was done he sat back down."
Aniger: ahkneezhehr
Yévgeni Étatsé Nosolov: yehvgehknee ehtahtsay nohsohlawv
Révékka: rehvehkah
Luijsa: Louisa
Ísobelle: easeohbell
Tuesday, June 02, 2015
Astounding Discovery: Day 2
Word Count: 12,007
Summary of Events:
Chapter 3:
Saoirse got to thinking about which of the eligible bachelors in town she ought to marry, but still coming to no resolution. Adaire had lunch at a tavern and got talking with two sailors about how to ensure the success of the voyage; smarts, or sacrifices.
Chapter 4:
Saoirse excitedly watched the marriage ceremony of her friend Eíghlín to her brother-in-law's brother and longed for her own wedding day — even though she had no idea who she'd be marrying in the least.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Bruíghse started the nest song, his fingers flying up and down the pipes; after several beats Dubhánn came in on the vaígóleínn, with the fingers of his left hand flying along the fingerboard and his right arm stroking the bow across the strings with an equivalent rapidity.
Instantly men brought women into the open circle and started dancing. Saoirse smiled as Peádraígh and Bryoíghnea went out into the circle. This jig was Peádraígh's specialty — and it was fantastic to watch him do.
Saoirse watched her sághre and leíbrághre as they started to dance. Peádraígh's feet flew — but didn't carry his body anywhere — as he danced, Bryoíghnea's feet not moving as fast, but keeping perfect pace with their steps.
A light tap on Saoirse's shoulder caused her to look away, Sgémoíse stood beside her, looking down at her as if he wished to speak.
"May I dance with you?" Sgémoíse asked.
"Of course," Saoirse replied, getting to her feet.
With an energetic leap that pulled Saoirse off of her feet, Sgémoíse leapt into the circle and started dancing. Saoirse's mind raced for a moment before she figured out where they were in the jig and was able to do her steps in time with his.
It didn't take long for Saoirse to find herself tiring, though, Sgémoíse was no slouch at this jig either, and Saoirse was having to work her hardest to keep up with him so that she wouldn't wreck the dance.
Saoirse then noticed that it was only Sgémoíse, Peádraígh, Bryoíghnea, and herself in the circle; there was no one else, this jig had developed into a dancing duel; not to mention Bruíghse and Dubhánn were playing their instruments faster: the first pair to falter, fall, or quit would be the losers.
Honestly, Saoirse had no doubt that Peádraígh and Bryoíghnea would succeed in winning the duel, but now she knew she had to work harder; she didn't exactly want to go down without a fight, even if a loss was certain.
Saoirse's sides began to ache, her legs felt heave, but she kept dancing, even when she thought she could dance no faster; Sgémoíse surely had to have been practising for something like this, she didn't recall him being this good at the last dance.
Bruíghse and Dubhánn continued playing, getting faster and faster — faster than Saoirse had ever thought it capable of either of them to play, talented though they were. It was all so incredibly fast Saourse couldn't believe she hadn't quit yet.
The crowd around them clapped thunderously and rapidly, few were stomping their feet anymore — it was too fast — and everyone looked eager to see who the winner would be.
Suddenly the séoghmaígpíb uttered a grossly unmusical sound and Bruíghse dropped to the floor, panting. All of the dancing and clapping stopped. Saoirse leaned against Sgémoíse, panting desperately. It was a tie, and mercifully it was over."
Eíghlín: eyhleen
Bruíghse: brooyse
Dubhánn: duhbhahn
vaígóleínn: vayohline
Peádraígh: peahdrayg
Bryoíghnea: breeooynyah
sághre: sahgr'
leíbrághre: leyhbrahgr'
Sgémoíse: zhehmooy'se
séoghmaígpíb: saygmypeeb
Summary of Events:
Chapter 3:
Saoirse got to thinking about which of the eligible bachelors in town she ought to marry, but still coming to no resolution. Adaire had lunch at a tavern and got talking with two sailors about how to ensure the success of the voyage; smarts, or sacrifices.
Chapter 4:
Saoirse excitedly watched the marriage ceremony of her friend Eíghlín to her brother-in-law's brother and longed for her own wedding day — even though she had no idea who she'd be marrying in the least.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Bruíghse started the nest song, his fingers flying up and down the pipes; after several beats Dubhánn came in on the vaígóleínn, with the fingers of his left hand flying along the fingerboard and his right arm stroking the bow across the strings with an equivalent rapidity.
Instantly men brought women into the open circle and started dancing. Saoirse smiled as Peádraígh and Bryoíghnea went out into the circle. This jig was Peádraígh's specialty — and it was fantastic to watch him do.
Saoirse watched her sághre and leíbrághre as they started to dance. Peádraígh's feet flew — but didn't carry his body anywhere — as he danced, Bryoíghnea's feet not moving as fast, but keeping perfect pace with their steps.
A light tap on Saoirse's shoulder caused her to look away, Sgémoíse stood beside her, looking down at her as if he wished to speak.
"May I dance with you?" Sgémoíse asked.
"Of course," Saoirse replied, getting to her feet.
With an energetic leap that pulled Saoirse off of her feet, Sgémoíse leapt into the circle and started dancing. Saoirse's mind raced for a moment before she figured out where they were in the jig and was able to do her steps in time with his.
It didn't take long for Saoirse to find herself tiring, though, Sgémoíse was no slouch at this jig either, and Saoirse was having to work her hardest to keep up with him so that she wouldn't wreck the dance.
Saoirse then noticed that it was only Sgémoíse, Peádraígh, Bryoíghnea, and herself in the circle; there was no one else, this jig had developed into a dancing duel; not to mention Bruíghse and Dubhánn were playing their instruments faster: the first pair to falter, fall, or quit would be the losers.
Honestly, Saoirse had no doubt that Peádraígh and Bryoíghnea would succeed in winning the duel, but now she knew she had to work harder; she didn't exactly want to go down without a fight, even if a loss was certain.
Saoirse's sides began to ache, her legs felt heave, but she kept dancing, even when she thought she could dance no faster; Sgémoíse surely had to have been practising for something like this, she didn't recall him being this good at the last dance.
Bruíghse and Dubhánn continued playing, getting faster and faster — faster than Saoirse had ever thought it capable of either of them to play, talented though they were. It was all so incredibly fast Saourse couldn't believe she hadn't quit yet.
The crowd around them clapped thunderously and rapidly, few were stomping their feet anymore — it was too fast — and everyone looked eager to see who the winner would be.
Suddenly the séoghmaígpíb uttered a grossly unmusical sound and Bruíghse dropped to the floor, panting. All of the dancing and clapping stopped. Saoirse leaned against Sgémoíse, panting desperately. It was a tie, and mercifully it was over."
Eíghlín: eyhleen
Bruíghse: brooyse
Dubhánn: duhbhahn
vaígóleínn: vayohline
Peádraígh: peahdrayg
Bryoíghnea: breeooynyah
sághre: sahgr'
leíbrághre: leyhbrahgr'
Sgémoíse: zhehmooy'se
séoghmaígpíb: saygmypeeb
Monday, June 01, 2015
Astounding Discovery: Day 1
Word Count: 6,009
Summary of Events:
Chapter 1:
Adaire was summoned to his father's office and told of the latest voyage his father was planning — which greatly excited Adaire. Saoirse had supper and then took food to her father and brothers as they watched over the lambing sheep.
Chapter 2:
Adaire woke up aboard the Heijmegourde Shipping Company's flagship and surveyed the aftermath of the celebration of the night before. Saoirse was given mending by the blacksmith's shy son and decided it was easier to make a new garment than repair the old one.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Adaire felt a flutter of excitement in his chest; they were going out to sea again, and surely he was going along if he was being told of it.
"With the Meignÿvÿca as the flagship, a fleet of eighteen will be sailing from Heijmegourde Harbour on the fifth of the month hence on a trading mission that will circumnavigate the continent of Ureonaiea," Uijllijm continued.
Exhilaration nearly launched Adaire out of his feet and onto his father's desk; such a voyage had never been undertaken before; the shipping industry of Ureonaiea usually shipped goods across the continent between allies, no one nation collected all of their own goods by ship or horse.
"There shall be stops in many of the major ports collecting many fine goods and leaving many fine goods in return; and according to our predictions the fleet shall return to port in a year's time," Uijllijm said.
"What shall be the route?" Adaire asked.
"Anchor shall be weighed on the fifth of the month hence and course shall be made for Aifos, Zeig, Außtöst, the Enanea Islands, and Le Gané before passing north in the height of the summer through the northern straits of Aissure and coming around with a destination of the I Islands — where much of the trading will take place — and then rounding the southernmost point of Ureonaiea and returning back up to Beldonersteine with the haul," Uijllijm replied.
Adaire wanted to dash up from his seat, run out to the Meignÿvÿca, and tell her crew of the voyage; it was a fierce battle to restrain himself and contain his excitement.
"But that, my son, is not the most important notice," Uijllijm said.
Startling, Adaire stared at his father, not sure of what to think.
"As on all voyages, it is requisite that a liaison for the Heijmegourde Shipping Company be present," Uijllijm said. "And I would go; however, the Company and its business hold me here, for there is none of adequate capability to charge all of this management for such a time. On the other hand, though, I have many men capable of being a liaison of the Company on any voyage; men of which you are in the number. Therefore, Eidere my son, I have made the choice to send the best: my heir, as the liaison for the Heijmegourde Shipping Company on this very monumental voyage."
Adaire leaned back against the chair and stared at his father. He had no idea what to say, no idea what to do; he felt about set to explode: he was thrilled, elated, exuberant; this was beyond all his wildest of dreams that such good fortune would ever come to him.
"I should hope that you shall represent the Company well as we put our name into the annals of Ureonaiean history, Eidere," Uijllijm said.
Adaire was silent for a moment before startling when he realized he ought to respond to his father's statement. "I shall do my utmost, father.""
Meignÿvÿca: mygkneefeekah
Uijllijm: will'im
Aifos: ayfoss
Enanea: eenanyah
Aissure: aysyoor
I: ee
Ureonaiean: yoorahneighan
Summary of Events:
Chapter 1:
Adaire was summoned to his father's office and told of the latest voyage his father was planning — which greatly excited Adaire. Saoirse had supper and then took food to her father and brothers as they watched over the lambing sheep.
Chapter 2:
Adaire woke up aboard the Heijmegourde Shipping Company's flagship and surveyed the aftermath of the celebration of the night before. Saoirse was given mending by the blacksmith's shy son and decided it was easier to make a new garment than repair the old one.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Adaire felt a flutter of excitement in his chest; they were going out to sea again, and surely he was going along if he was being told of it.
"With the Meignÿvÿca as the flagship, a fleet of eighteen will be sailing from Heijmegourde Harbour on the fifth of the month hence on a trading mission that will circumnavigate the continent of Ureonaiea," Uijllijm continued.
Exhilaration nearly launched Adaire out of his feet and onto his father's desk; such a voyage had never been undertaken before; the shipping industry of Ureonaiea usually shipped goods across the continent between allies, no one nation collected all of their own goods by ship or horse.
"There shall be stops in many of the major ports collecting many fine goods and leaving many fine goods in return; and according to our predictions the fleet shall return to port in a year's time," Uijllijm said.
"What shall be the route?" Adaire asked.
"Anchor shall be weighed on the fifth of the month hence and course shall be made for Aifos, Zeig, Außtöst, the Enanea Islands, and Le Gané before passing north in the height of the summer through the northern straits of Aissure and coming around with a destination of the I Islands — where much of the trading will take place — and then rounding the southernmost point of Ureonaiea and returning back up to Beldonersteine with the haul," Uijllijm replied.
Adaire wanted to dash up from his seat, run out to the Meignÿvÿca, and tell her crew of the voyage; it was a fierce battle to restrain himself and contain his excitement.
"But that, my son, is not the most important notice," Uijllijm said.
Startling, Adaire stared at his father, not sure of what to think.
"As on all voyages, it is requisite that a liaison for the Heijmegourde Shipping Company be present," Uijllijm said. "And I would go; however, the Company and its business hold me here, for there is none of adequate capability to charge all of this management for such a time. On the other hand, though, I have many men capable of being a liaison of the Company on any voyage; men of which you are in the number. Therefore, Eidere my son, I have made the choice to send the best: my heir, as the liaison for the Heijmegourde Shipping Company on this very monumental voyage."
Adaire leaned back against the chair and stared at his father. He had no idea what to say, no idea what to do; he felt about set to explode: he was thrilled, elated, exuberant; this was beyond all his wildest of dreams that such good fortune would ever come to him.
"I should hope that you shall represent the Company well as we put our name into the annals of Ureonaiean history, Eidere," Uijllijm said.
Adaire was silent for a moment before startling when he realized he ought to respond to his father's statement. "I shall do my utmost, father.""
Meignÿvÿca: mygkneefeekah
Uijllijm: will'im
Aifos: ayfoss
Enanea: eenanyah
Aissure: aysyoor
I: ee
Ureonaiean: yoorahneighan
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