The Vale

Jul. 23rd, 2010 12:12 pm
nijibug: Balsa & Chagum at "kaze ni notte ukabi" (Sand Dance)
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Eirendi's mother came from a rolling country of wooded hills and burbling streams called Hamadry. It was a warm and balmy southern land where the trees never lost their leaves, remaining full and green throughout the year. There, Rou built a house for his family.


Note: I rather envision Hamadry to be a segway between this and this

Geographically, Hamadry consists of karst landscape, hills, small mountains, and the south sea strand. This is my first summer living in the Jiangnan since I was four years old, and my fond memories have served me well short of one thing — I seem to have forgotten how much it rains here.

Located on the coast in a woody hill-valley, the Vale can be considered the hub of Hamadry (since their society lacks a macrocosmic structure, I feel weird calling it the "capital city"; to begin, it isn't a city).

History of the Vale )

Woodlanders )

Eirendi's family )

Tasary family )

A note on the grammar )


See also:
Archbishop Shigatse
Seseragi
nijibug: Balsa & Chagum at "kaze ni notte ukabi" (Sand Dance)
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"Lines on your face."

"Hm?"

"Is that what makes you old?" asked Eirendi.

"Quite the contrary; it is the being old that puts the lines on one's face," Haolan chuckled.

"Then what makes you old, Grandfather?"

"Do you know what old means, Eiri?"

She shook her head.

"It simply means that one has been around for a long time."

"Well, that doesn't explain anything."

"No, it doesn't," the doctor admitted. "Not much."

"But then...you aren't old at all, Grandfather!" Eirendi beamed. "You haven't been around very long."

The old man laughed so that the afternoon sun bounced on his bald crown, and the sparse gray of his beard and whiskers and eyebrows quivered with mirth.

"No indeed, dear child. But I daresay I do have a few years on you."



A salty wind from the southern sea
Up hill country it blew
The rain had scarcely touched the lea
When up sprang the bamboo!

Strings twanging as the gourd-curved body of the vielle thumped against her back, the girl

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