Firebird766 wrote:Dunno what's the moon but I bet it ain't anywhere I can get."[/color]
A moon is basically a rock. Sometimes filled with methane or other stuff, but the moon of my world is basically a giant stone gravitating around Rodentèrra.
Getting there would require an insane amount of education, physical exercise and many, many tests and simulations — nothing for you, Argenzu says, looking at Marcella's muliated hand.
Selanna is what we call the greater of the three moons. Yeolê's Mirror
. When we make guiraethrondein
, you know, gazing up into the stars?, when we see Selanna, we can watch the clouds and storms pass across her face. We can see the seas and lands there; and we wonder what sorts of folks live there...
Men call her the sister of Gea.
Actually, our last flight was something of a try to see if we could fly there! Most folks thought we were nutso. But you hear stories. You know, folks coming from elsewhere...um...and here we are and here you are! Certainly some kind of airship ought to be able to get us from Gea to Selanna!
Enca and Nico sit transfixed, staring at the crystal seeing chest. Enca's eyes grow quite large. If one could fall in love with an airship design, well...
But how can she dip and turn if she can't twist her wingtips?
Hm... Actually, they do twist their wings — at least parts of it.
Huh... um..., Argenzu types something into his computer. Finally a picture pops up. See here.
And right behind the turbines are the engines that put the whole thing into motion.
Now that's a big airship! And it's all made of bronze(*) you say? I see -- it looks something like how our airships actually bend or twist their wings
, yours kind of fold a bit. The end effect must be similar: when that flappy bit drops down, your bird'll drop height, just like ours!
Nico's right wing flicks momentarily:
Anyway, what is physics? I reckon it must be like wiscraft and dwimmery, if your folk can make airships at all like ours! Or is it like sums? Enca says you need to do a lot of sums to design a cracking airship. I hate sums, me. Writing too. Pains my arm no end. Enca's really good at all that. I do much better once the design is all sorted and we can talk about how to make the parts and bind em together!
Physics is part testing and experiments, part numbers, part building. Its subjects are energy (heat and such), time and the movement of matter across space.
Ya. That's thaumology all right! Dwimmery is the shifting of things seen & unseen and manipulating djuses
and forces and joining them all up with devices and engines.
Nico's gaze shifts from the airship to Argenzu, whose words take a moment to sink in. Enca pokes Nico in the ribs:
Wait. Are you saying we are not the first Daine you've seen before? This Canash was a Daine too?
Yup. He... she was here before, and uh... now I don't have any pictures of her, but it might help if I tell you that Canash was forced into a sex change by some other people.
Ah, she's a Walker
-- a boygirl. Not many down our way. Sad really. Back in the days of the Old City, it was one of the sports of Men to maim a likely young boy, turn him into a girl and then abuse her or rent her out for abuse by wealthy nobles. Heartsick, if you ask me. Enca's nose crinkles in disgust at the thought of what this Qanash must have undergone
I'll bet she was a stunner, this Qanash -- most Walkergirls are. Aren't they, Nico my love?
Nico's arms cross; chest, neck and face begin to redden noticeably. mmbll.mmbl
Nico met one once. Eyes were as good as brazed to that girl, eh! I know I shouldn't tease, but really, you could have taken all the hints she was giving out! I mean, sure they look like girls on the outside, but very few can mimic a girl well enough to pass. They're all boy inside!
Nico shakes off the momentary embarassment & looks up at Argenzu again.
Nico looks more closely at Argenzu What kind of person are you? I don't think we've tales or sawyery of anybody quite like you. You have no wings and do not look like us, so you aren't Daine. You are clearly not Man. You don't radiate, so aren't Teyor. You haven't tried to kill anyone or steal everything from them, so you aren't Hotai. I've heard tell of Werehounds, a kind of Man that has the form of a hound, but you don't really look much like a hound of any kind to me!
I am a rodent, as is my companion/friend. See here, no canines, Argenzu moves his head so the two Daines see the side, then he lifts his lips, so that his teeth are visible — indeed, there's a bit of a gap.
A rodent? Like a rat? I say, that is quite a gap in your teeth! Nico returns the gesture and gives Argenzu a nice toothy grin.
Egerius wrote:Berenice continues drawing, smiles, and seems to ignore the conversation — this scene is way rarer than winning a lottery. Except... She does ask Argenzu something: You're saving that on tape, right?
As if I'd miss that, he answers.
So, we call ourselves Verromani in Buonavallese — or Verrománs in Saselvan. Other people from my world call themselves by other names.
Oh, Farromanni? That sounds like how the Arcastracians talk, over across the river from us! They call us Heltemanni
. I think it means "brave folk" or something like that. Ya, and for that matter: older Daine of Westmarche have a lot of words like that when they talk. Most of us younger folk have learnt the common Daine speech; but our granma's daddi, he can really lay on the Old Talk! He'll say things like 'oo, naow-yit zwa til ze hevens i tha fluggel do opp't'gaan naow!'
But he can talk the Queranaran as well as any. Down our way, there's still an active society of old poetry composing. They cultivate the Old Talk. I like the rolling sound of it, but don't understand it well. A lot of his words are backward, you see.
Nico nods vigorously.
Egerius wrote:Oh, and I've met a Hotai here, Iarag — he didn't kill, he didn't steal, he actually ways very friendly – though a bit rough.
Wait! An actual Hotai? That didn't kill you and spit you up for nammets? Sounds more like a Turghun. Ya, they're good folk! Once they get out of the mountains, that is, and learn to be civil a bit! They're some kind of mestizo between Daine and Hotai. If he had wings, he'll be a Turghun for sure. Lots of them live up near the fountains of Canasawack. What with the wars going on down south away, quite a few have taken to travelling through Westmarche to get down to Vana where the queen there is fighting off the Warlords. They make great warriors -- I'd certainly not want to tangle with a Turghun in a fighting mood!
In fact, I made good friends with one fellow come back from the wars. He stayed with us a year or so. We learned a lot from each other and had grand adventures over the river! Sure, they're a bit rough, but if you have a Turghun as a friend, you have a friend that will watch over you and your kin as well as he does his own. And they're as fierce as any Daine when it comes to defending their families!
Argenzu wrote:We've got tales of Werewolves, too. And we have dogs.
Ah, the hound! Surely the best of Daine companions! We keep three kindreds: the greathound, or harcu
; the lesser hound (something like a wolf-dog) and of course the fox. Indispensable, all three!
What is a werewolf!?
Egerius wrote:Argenzu types something into his laptop. The TARDIS outside disappears, and a split second later, it re-appears on the same spot.
The beige box opens and a rather large figure slowly becomes discernible from the machine, slowly moving towards the entrance of the inn...
(*) "Bronze" is, apart from the actual alloy, a generic word for "metal of any general kind"