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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 11:07 PM

Mid-Week Lashunta Inspiration
Artist/Model: Poppy Lop Cosplay

~A lashunta! Aesehi areia-zhaoe!~

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 9:54 PM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 9:53 PM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 9:53 PM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 10:27 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 12:21 AM

Mid-Week Lashunta Inspiration
Artist: Venny Soldan-Brofelt (1863-1945)

What trophy is this, in the hands of a damaya warrior? One of the ancient, alien ~moqeva~? Or are there other, feller things on Castrovel?

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 11:26 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 2_, Lady Vaeol reels from Oshis's arrest and her own accusation...

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Today I ran into my sister Risodess and forewared something wrong. She assured my reeveship-lack is a mere sham foremeant as a show before the Citadel. I would be forlet if I naysay the guilt wholly to Oshis's sake. Lady-Captain would not beoom me and so offthank Lady-Mother, she outlaid, without good sake. Soon as she left, I found Lady-Captain. I asked whether my sisters had come. She answered they so had. I asked back what their deed recked. So I asked what would beneed to hold Oshis harmless in this sake. She answered anything unsurely can, but that whatever doom befalls may hinge on my witness. I stared at her a breathtide, and then bowed and left. I have much to think. I cannot say my sister’s offer mistries me not. Yet I could not outlive, and surely with Erymi, if I would let Oshis the guilt. I full-ware my livelihood may hang on this weighbough.
@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 7:42 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 10:41 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 2_, Lady Vaeol bring the tale of Remaue's bridetide to a grim end...

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Erymi and Tae came and mindspoke with me. They asked whether I was all right, whereat I was befuddled. Erymi then reached my face and softly stroked, which I felt as but a puffy ache. Then I bewitted I was bruising, and what I must look. Shame hollowed my breast while the eariler unsoothness faded. Tae reminded I was the trial’s law as marshal, and moreover the highest rank here. Then Erymi read sadly that I must deal swiftly and forthrightly. I took a breathtide to understand her meaning, whereat my heart deadened. I stood before Oshis, who knelt between Krastaes and another Korasha. I could not bear to point him my swordbill and instead set it at rest. In a lifeless voice I quoth he was bound under law for stroke against a Damaya and his better, and that he should withdraw until the Citadel to await the Matrons’ doom. Too ashamedly to eye me, he bowed head under my bid, and I almost wept. Lady Istae came forth and offered to take his lead, which I thankfully atook. She and Krastaes led him away while the guest-throng broke and clumped. Tae helped Less, whose bloody face was swollen, while Erymi hovered helplessly. I healed Less’s face so best as I could while Tae offwashed blood. They too then left for the Citadel. I went to the tent and inside, where waited Remaue. I took one glance at her shuddering lips and tears streaming down cheek. Then I rushed, knelt, and hugged her. At last I wept; words uncanny to outlay our sorrow. After long, I left her with her mother and sister. Then with Erymi we made the long walk up to the Citadel. I found Lady-Captain waiting in her stallroom. I stood sharp and told I would bode a sin. Wordlessly she nodded, and I told the whole deedtide, and that Oshis is now under bond. She acknowledged and bade me withdraw, whereat I came to my room.
@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 10:33 PM

Guess What Day It Is?
Kyonin-Sovyrian Elven Tuesday!

Thoughts on Elven fashions from Sovyrian?

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 9:59 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 9:59 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 9:58 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 1:13 AM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 2_, Lady Vaeol recounts Remaue's bridetide...

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As theme for Remaue’s wifehood, we had made a play-set like the Warrior-Queens of yore. I wore my harness over breast, my champion-crown set about my antennae, and a goldsilk waistcloth with threadwork tassles. I bore my grandmother’s swordbill. So I hosted Remaue to the bower. She wore in her hair all the jewels we could find and had luck-runes stained on her back, flanks, and limbs, and with her bosom gilded. She wore the slimmest threadwork waistcloth that draped until her inkdrawn feet. Thus she looked in all wise like an elder heathen queen who had ridden from the moors. To the bower I led my maidenmate, where waited the priestess. Remaue stood before her, who took rose-myrrh oilbalm and wiped it on her brow, bosom, and belly. Then she blessed and bade Remaue leave maidenhood’s sheerness and strife and become full of wifehood’s ripeness and life to the folk’s growth and betterness. Then the throng sang the old hymn of blessing and thanks. At its end, a bell clanged, and my share began. I strode forward and rang my swordbill on the stepstones. Then I bade that any man worthy who so thought himself before gods' eyes and lashunta to claim Remaue’s maidenhead and yield her First Blessing should forth show himself now. At my word, Oshis and Less strode forth. They were wonderful to behold: bronze skin oiled, shoulders neatly sheared, great thews in neck, arms, and thighs glistening, hair tied back, and beards trimmed. They each wore crimson waistclothes that hid little. Though Oshis is broader, Less is taller and seemed hardly less in match. Together in beseech they knelt before me. I shrive I would be hardly put to reckon which I would choose.
@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 7:48 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 12:18 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 11:12 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 2_, Lady Vaeol witnesses a strange megafauna sight from the city's walls...

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We are again home in the city, right in time to witness a wondersight. The thundertail herd came by, which brought all cityfolk - matrons, outriders, fird-warriors, traders, craftwrights, and grooms - to the docks and walltops. We all bemazed at these hugest Qoelu, snakelike necks wavering gracefully over hill-like bulk, while they waded through Father-Yaro’s flood. Happily they kept to the river’s far side. Then something dreadful and unforeseen happened. A youngling (big as a flatbark) had wandered up the bank to snag some tree-leaves. Suddenly a new queenslayer broke from the rainwood and struck. The young thundertail brayed, swerving back to its kindred and the River’s fastness, while on our shore we all watched. Yet then forth brunted the grown thundertails. Their tails sail-like whipped and cracked the loft, which we heard even over the river. The first lowered shoulder and struck the queenslayer, who had overaimed on its prey and so went tumbling under the bigger qoelu’s hooves. Squealing funnily for so awful a hunter, it scrambled aclaw to flee, right when the next thundertail’s broad tail slapped against its head. Groggily, like a knocked boxer, it stumbled back into the brushwood; the grown Thundertails afterhunting with earthquaking moans and tails flailing. Our crowd cheered softheartedly for the Thundertails who had saved their child. The priests took this battle as lucky omen. In elder wont they prayed from the walltop and cast corn. The qoelu’s wayfare, tell they, forebodes Mahaere - Greenmother’s showforth upon the world. So she has blessed us and bequeathed toward ripeness and wealth.
@lashunta.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 9:44 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 2_, Lady Vaeol recounts how Son undergoes the megafauna migration...

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Some news over these last days. We are have crossed back to Father-Yaro’s eastern side, where we go as scout to overwatch the Thundertails’ path. Unlike the Yaruks, and even moreso than the Queenslayer, we have no thought to withstand them. We may try to frighten them or with the beastmasters’ might lead them astray. Yet the Thundertails oncome as the World’s own doom, which has brought many priests to this witness. Also, I have gotten many half-joking redes, along with unstern warning, that I should not try to add a Thunderail to my trophy-crown. I will forbear. Today we got to see the full wreck the Thundertails make. We had ridden aring and arear their path, where we came upon a farmhold forsaken. While the hometree stood rather unscathed (but a few fences and outhouses broken), the fields were stripped. Nigh three farm-lots of riceberry reeds, likely ripe and awaiting harvest, lay bereft, as if a band of unskilled scythe-mowers had done rough but fulsome work. In some spots even the ground was dug as if the Qoelu had eaten it as well to fill their huge bellies. I cannot reckon this household’s dearth-loss, though they will not be alone. In good news, the Thundertails forelookingly have stayed on this bank and will not reach the City. Though they can easily ford the River, and the burghwalls would do little to outkeep them, the folk-stench and fire-stench hopefully offstays. While we may hope the gathered might of the soulseers, priests, beastmasters, and the wall-steaded boltlooms could withstand, the misluck would be reckonless. We have word that tomorrow we will ferry back to the City, since the captains reckon the Thundertails are beyond the reach-stead where they may head Cityward. All the farmholds along this path are warned, and the beastmasters do utmost to beswerve these godlike Qoelu from further wreckship, and word is even outsent to the freeholds beyond. All holdfolk should be well afled, wiseless of their...