eldin raigmore wrote:Leaving aside the gravitational physics of a toroid planet; what would its days and seasons be like?
Werraste stepped out of her dark and cosy cave, dumping the bundle of hides that was her entire inventory of clothing into the snowy drifts brought down from the higher mountains beyond Everdim. For a time she stood naked under the stars, their light barely illuminating the thick lines of her tattoos, her black hair and feathers caressed by the stiff breeze ever blowing. She tossed her head back a little and snuffed in the air. *snfff* *snrrf*! Huh. Nobeast wandering about within a mile of her lonely cave.
She bent to the task of dressing for her journey down to the other caves. First she pulled on her legwraps, then the underboots and last the huge overboots. She liked these. Her grand-dad taught her how to shave the fur of a laacq
down close to the hide and put that on the underside of the boot. No slipping on snow or ice for Werraste! She straightened up, drew the soft fur wrap around her belly and hitched it over her hips; then the broad hide of the selcq
. Finally she wrapped the thick leather belt around her belly and slid the end between the rings of carved stone made be her grand dad. A wicked sharp obsidian knife with a handle of ivory and her medicine and memory bags and her water bag all hung from the tinted belt.
This she would consider enough for her walks in the uplands, or for hunting: she needed to keep her arms free to tackle and bludgeon to death whateverbeast it was she planned on eating! But for this journey, she'd need her coat. In fact she brought two out. One short & close fitting, its soft fur trimmed and buffed and very comfortable against her skin. In length, it only came down to her waist and it was fastened by loops and bone toggles. The second, Werraste's pride and joy, was a great postun coat cut big enough to be drawn on over top of everything else she was wearing. She loved her broad postun coat, and had spent many stretches of time under the everdim of the stars with feather and dye, tracing graceful curves of beast and folk and wind alike upon its vast surface. The overcoat's sleeves could be folded up or let down to keep her hands warm and its hem swung gracefully along the toes of her overboots. Finally she crammed the tquuluuq
over her proud brow and cinched the tie at the back so its furry bulk wouldn't blow away. She liked the tquuluuq
hat better than the sereq
of the lowlanders. That was nothing more than a shapeless mobcap; Werraste's hat was a construction of rib bones and unshorn warras
fur. The bones served to give the hat its shape and also protect her head a little if she got in a tangle or a fall. It also added a good ell to her already impressive seven ell height!
She snuffed the air again, stretched her long arms and broad shoulders; arched her back and rubbed the sore spots.
Werraste hesitated a while before setting off on this journey. Sure, she'd thought often of going down into the lowlands and haling some boy or two up to her cave in the high hills. The lowlanders didn't seem to understand, but that's how it was done. If a self-respecting girl ever planned on becoming a grand mam herself, well, she had to start out getting herself a boy! But, still she wondered. I have only seventeen passings of the Red Syaaraat --- indeed she was born during the Full of the First Interval of the Passing of Red Syaaraat; a very lucky time for a tall girl of Evendim to be born! --- perhaps, perhaps...
She stood still, closing her eyes in long contemplation. She opened her eyes, her head tilted back. From her cave up in the high hills, she could see the graceful curves of Everbright & the Green Worlds above and below --- all four of them, though she often thought there must be others down near the horizon on either side of her world --- and the dim stars beyond, peeking in between the slender strands of the Green Worlds, so unlike her own world of perpetual ice and snow and dark cold wind. She could just make out the curve of Everdim as it seemed to flow into the curves of the Green Worlds. Werraste sighed. The Green Worlds always seemed so light and warm, as if some great star, hidden from her keen eyes, illuminated them yet left her own world of Everdim unillumined. She half smiled, watching as the puffy clouds passed over some part of Green World, imagined that she could see great beasts roaming over those distant lands. She wondered if it were always cold there, like it was here in Everdim. She wondered what it might be like to dance naked in the light & warmth of this unseen star as she often did under the pale cold stars of Everdim.
Suddenly, a great desire filled her breast to go down into the Green World. Her heart skipped its beat: could she endeavour such a journey? Should she go alone or take a companion? How could...?
"Shyayas! Warrascueta! Turray artaccuela!" Silly girl! The desire in her heart slowly faded. She snuffed at the bitter cold air again, scuffed her over boots in the crunchy snow, turned back to look once again at her cave. Her kin and her sister waited eagerly for her return. Hhuhh!
Nineteen passings of Red Syaaraat that one had, and already six surviving brats born from her highland boy. He was worthless for anything but getting little brats out of him. Couldn't hunt or fight and hating running in the cold wind under the cold stars.
Werraste pushed idly at the snow with her boot toe. Hhuuhh.
She'd have to much more careful than her dear sister. Can't just rush up and cosh the first boy you see, dear girl! Be crafty and choose wisely. That's what grand dad always said.
Finally, she put her left foot in front of her right and wended her crunchy way down the hills and high vales towards the lowlands below. As Werraste journeyed, that strange desire for adventure faded and faded.
Faded, yes, but never quite left her heart ever after.