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@lashunta.bsky.social Oct 1, 2026, 12:37 AM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3_, Lady Vaeol seeks Remaue while Vosaeth and Erymi finally meet and contemplate their shared fathermate...

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When we reached the main deck, Erymi came forth, and with her Tesine her daughter, who is five years old, and by her behavior I reckoned already well into her Fierce Fives. She broke her mother’s hold and ran straight to us newcomers. I picked her up, and soon as her mind linked with mine, she kenned me. Then blithely she headed to Vosaeth and kissed her, who weepily begladdened.

I first caught tightness between Erymi and Vosaeth, though I reckon little Tesine’s atakenness softened it. Warily I took back the girl and gave her to her mother, reckoning we must acknowledge Erymi’s stallworth as Oshis’s sworn wifemate. Vosaeth likewise took clue and hailed Erymi. She then asked forgiveness, first for hithercoming unforecalled, and moreover forwhy she had leavelessly used Erymi’s manmate. She added she had long wished to meet the wifemate who owned the faith of so mighty a warrior as Oshis, and sorely wished to meet his kin. Then she knelt and asked what dearth Erymi would becrave.

For a breathtide Erymi stood wordless. Then she answered she would claim no dearth, but rather, the two wives should gather. She then bade Vosaeth stand, whereafter in trend Erymi knelt and kissed the reaverwife's belly. Then she foreyeilded Vosaeth tea. Together they sat at the tea hearth.

The two wives' moottide left me with Tae and Less, who smiled. Less upcame, took my hands, and kissed them, his antennae shuddering mirth. Then he nodded to the upper-limb bower that Remaue had once set as ours. ~Malle~ - “She waits,” he outthought softly.

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 30, 2026, 11:28 PM

Guess What Day it Is?
Castrovel Woodsy Wednesday
Artist: Noell S. Osvald

What is worshiped here?
Alternately, what is being born here?

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@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 30, 2026, 10:00 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3_, Lady Vosaeth, as a guest of Vaeol's mother, shares some good news...

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Lady-Mother led us three to her house, along with my sisters and the higher matrons. She welcomed Lady Vosaeth and gave the City’s guesthood, and then spoke she understood we stand in Vosaeth’s dearth after her help and good rede while in the South.

Vosaeth kissed my hand and answered the dearth was well paid, for Son had already given a gift beyond reckoning. When my mother asked, Vosaeth answered she is bechild from a Son warrior. I reckon I should not be forecaught, for all the lovesport she and Oshis had dallied since Qabarat like monkeys. Still, I flushed from shame, or so I thought, though even now I am unsure why. Now reckoning back while I write, it almost feels jealousy.

Wiselessly, Vosaeth’s news was taken with great cheer. Lady-Mother called for bubblemead, and we drank to her health. Lady Vosaeth shall stay some while as our guest, which doubtlessly shall help build the elder but worrisome ties that bind Son and the Retaea Clans.

Thereafter, Istae and I hosted Vosaeth to the Citadel (though with my mother’s strong word I should bring both her and me back sure and swiftly) where we afterlooked our warriors. We found almost had already fled, whether to kin’s and sweethearts dearness or the city’s idleness. We merely met our underreeves, who forbore watch in hope of their own soon freedom.

Vosaeth and I shared a thought while we clasped hands. At her nod, I told Oshis that, before he leave for our flaghold, he should wait on Vosaeth’s word. When his antennae twitched askingly, she giggled and told that all his hard work had gained well. Then she shrove her bechildness. Gleefully, I watched him stand speechless. Then he laughed. Oshis knelt and kissed her belly while the others cheered.

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 30, 2026, 10:20 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 30, 2026, 1:08 AM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3_, Lady Vaeol describes her reunion with her family...

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At my behest, we sent no runner ahead. Yet nevertheless, the townfolk took wit, and soon a crowd gathered and followed our showmarch to Dale Street and upward through the trademistresses’ farthing, and then ran ahead. By the time we reached the Ofu, they had gathered at the Heartyard, including many kin, friends, and lovers of our warriors, who began falling out to greet long-lorn sweethearts. Against myself, I had no heart to chide the breach.

Then from the Matrons’ Hall hastened Lady-Mother unhosted, and my sisters trippingly trying to upcatch. She waited not at the stairhead but ran down while we rode up. Ere we halted, she unheeded Ess (who had good thought to forgive her upstartness) and hugged my leg. Her antennae shuddered on my harness, and she would not let me go. Mildly as I could, I unsteeded, took her in arm, and answered the kiss, letting her sorrowful gladness overwhelm. I wept, too. So strong were our linked hearts that I think others nearby so befelt. The matrons gathering before the doors withheld, nevermind the breach to couthness. Vosaeth laughed even while she wiped eyes.

At last, my mother grew too weary to hold me more. Sniffingly, she backed, begged forgiveness, and asked what we would. I showed forth Lady Istae and Lady Vosaeth, asked them to stay, and bade the warriors to the Citadel, where they should stall and unpack, and then have the city’s freedom. Cheeringly, Krastaes and the underreeves led them forth, under many merry shouts from the onlookers.

Lady-Mother led us three to her house, along with my sisters and the higher matrons. She welcomed Lady Vosaeth and gave the City’s guesthood, and then spoke she understood we stand in Vosaeth’s dearth after her help and good rede while in the South.

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 10:35 PM

Guess What Day It Is?
Sovyrian-Kyonin Elven Tuesday
Pic Copyright held by Bioware

A theory: elves project a rather tolkienesque image of their own glory - graceful, eternal, a touch of sorrow...

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@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 9:44 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3_, Lady Vaeol finally comes home to Son after the Formian War...

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We had crossed the landhold’s edgemark yesternight. Thus we saw the Aelau’s tail within a belltide of morning, which drew me to the prow, along with most any else not at oar. As wont for boatfare, we came along the island’s eastern shore. I watched the landscape slide by and idly wondered whether the hometree of my father’s farmhold stands therein. From my sightstead, we beheld Tonyol’s towntrees and walls show over the fields on the righthand bank. As we followed the island’s bend, the first green sheen: the Father-Hunter’s dome, then the Citadel’s wall steeples. Then over all, the lightspire at the island’s head, everburning where it stands behind Burning-Mother’s temple.

I fought off tears, squeezed eyes shut, and stayed swy. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and beheld Istae. Wordlessly we stood together, speaking nothing but sharing thought.

Our flatbarks sidled up to Lowertown’s wharf while a bell tolled our coming. We got all off the boats and tarried about the harboryard. All helms and harness already shone, and the shotalashu got fodder. We are a veteran host, unbeweighed by the pomp and sharpness folk hold dear, after our late warfare. I asked Lady Vosaeth what she would becrave as Son’s guest. She shrugged heedlessly. If she had something in mind (and laterward I learned she did), she worried not.

Bywardly, Captain Dosuaesh showed, alone and arailed almost as a mean warrior: but a weaponkilt and his rank’s neckband. Wordlessly he came among us, asking no hail, daring no outlay. Yet as one, all the warriors stood aring. Master-Captain went to one, reached forth his antennae, and kissed him. He went to each warrior in trend and did samely. Then he came and kissed my antennae. I befelt two things: ruth and understanding, and reminder of his old firdtide at the war. Even ere our warfare and from first I met him, I had ever witted his sorrow. He had hinted at it in our talks about the Formian War, wherein he had forewarned to not forelook glory...

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 10:16 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 28, 2026, 10:28 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3_, Lady Vaeol describes their voyage's stops heading up the mighty River Yaro...

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We have reached Hanazhyana after a tough daysworth rowing, for the Stormtide flood has at last strengthened. Tonight we are thankful to get off the flatbarks and under a dry roof. I have chosen to break my own law about staying in Hanazhyana, unleastly for the haven they bestowed when we came here on our comeback from Sovyrian.

Therefore after the warriors settled, I headed up to the stronghold where I showed myself to the watchreeve and told I would beseech hearth with Lady-Captain Ashi and yield goodwill. Instead of Lady Ashi, however, a steadholder told that she is now afield. When I asked what had become of the foul wwart-things we had erewardly fought and brought a sample here, she answered Lady Ashi had earnestly taken our word and has led many scoutfares through rainwood, swamp, and darkfloor seeking those same banes. Even now she iscouts toward Lost Hoshiasa on thought these things might somehow be linked to the worldgate. The steadholder forespoke to bring my word to the lady-captain at her homecome. Then she wished me goodwill, whereat I left with a better worship for the Hanata than I had earlier owned.

7. Shenealae - 11th Day on the Yaro; Mahyat

After another hard four days, we have reached Mahyat, where, oddly, I had never stayed, forwhy it is near enough to Son that it is often missed. Yet Mahyat with Son and Old Hanat made a threesome of the Warrior-Queens' elder cities, whose names fill our yoretales. Indeed, from my lore, Mahyat's ownership made the main feud-sake between Son and Old Hanat, whose yestermind is borne down through Hanazhyana, which was founded by Old Hanat’s afterbears. I have found it a bustling burgh, thick with trade from Father-Yaro’s cleft with the Laul, which stream runs from the mountains and brings much ore. Smeltworks burn nigh forever, which spreads a queer smokiness unfound in other cities I have visited. Mahyat’s smeltworks, instead of burning wood, use a coalstone they delve from the mountains along with...

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 28, 2026, 9:25 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3_, Lady Vaeol bothersomely deals with Vosaeth taking Oshis up on his offer...

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Stormtide has offheld, I gladly say, and we make good furtherness upflood. Our two flatbarks tag each other, sometimes racing, sometimes rowing near to speak over water. I have asked Lady Vosaeth to oversee the other boat, though at night we camp together. Every night, Vosaeth takes Oshis to bed. Such bothers me not. Yet they seemingly take every hap to show their lovesport. Yesternight, we camped abank. I and Istae had made bed together on the flatbark’s stockbales. When we maidens came back from duskmeal, we found Vosaeth and Oshis lying upon our bed. Then they offleapt and left laughingly, leaving us shameful and with blushing brows.

Tonight we are docked at Eiha, where Vosaeth has seen fit to buy an innroom in town. She asked me to duskmeal. When I arrived, I met not only her, but Oshis too. After meal, she asked me to watch. I shrive this nighttide has left me unsettled, forwhy I now sit writing this, unleastwise for Oshis’s thought. He misdraws me, and I reckon Vosaeth knows.

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 28, 2026, 10:20 AM

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@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 27, 2026, 11:19 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3_, Lady Vaeol helps her shieldmates and friends celebrate warfare's end and their impending return to Son...

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Yestereve, I threw a mirthtide for my underreeves, many whomof I had reckoned as friends and lovers even ere our warfare to Valmayana. I chose the same meadyard Erymi and Remaue had held on our comeback from El, unleastly for its fond yestermind. So I sent word to Lady Istae, Lady Vosaeth, Krastaes, Tae and Less, Oshis, Draue, Nae, and Hanos, who all forespoke to cleave our merry nighttide. Semuane also came, though I think moreso for my sake.

For duskmeal, I had found an elven cook, a craft found only here in Qabarat, with thought to give my friends a dear taste. He readied dishes of salted greens and sourworts in oilwine, honey-roasted thurse-rump oversodden with thick tea-broth, grasscake and cheese, and for the last showdish: a glazed pie baked with with spicy wormworst, sweetworts and nuts, overslathered in creamsap, and then whereover we drizzled meadbrandy. We cheered these dishes and yielded the cook many bubblemead glasses. He took them thankfully, since I had stocked many jugs. I also hired a drummer and singer, who also played harp and upkept our mirth.

The evetide started with good news, and which I already knew, for Tae and Less had made good worth of the shipfare back from Qoaronaea - she is bechild. I bestowed them honeygold threadwork silk as gift, rather like Erymi had gotten years ago. I kissed them both and spoke that, if they still wish, they may welcomely follow my flag, and furthermore may have both house and love, and also Remaue’s, who I already know awaits them so much as I.

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 27, 2026, 12:23 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Part 3_, Vaeol's and Semuane's relationship reaches a watershed with their return to Qabarat, as Semuane makes a choice about her future, and Vaeol's impending homefare to Son...

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Something happened amid our love yesternight. Wordlessly we swore something to each other, not quite matehood as I share with Remaue, which our cities would forbid, but more than idle maidenlove. Semuane sought a belonging, her worth as more than a maiden, even though she will stay evermaiden. For the night I cradled her body against mine, soothing her weariness.

We slept late and little recked duty, for with reach to Qabarat our warfare has ended. The warriors are already given freedom to tarry in the city. If I showed ere noonmeal at the Embassy, I would do well. We awoke already in mindshare as if we had never offbroken.

While we bathed, I asked what she will do. She shrugged and said she would samely as ever. She shared, however, that she knew a sith of like-minded wives and maidens here in Qabarat: other outriders and warriors, some tradewives, and even a few matrons, who belove evermaidenhood. This word heartened me even while it forecaught. If they uphold each other, then my heart will ease for Semuane’s sake.

Her life choice makes some worry, forwhy her kin, like almost other lashunta, forelook daughters to bear forth children and keep the bloodline. Furthermore, without wifehood, she would be withheld sundry rights. And yet, as outrider, it might only be canny, forwhy we forgo wifehood, at least while our first thewdom (I have already had my sisters goading me to set a bridetide and try for a child, and not for my sake). Since I had arisen to flagmaiden, could Semuane follow my example? Maybe so. Our songs and tales are full of yorely outriders who forsook men for a princess’s love, and so benamed their worth and deeds. In truth, the other mate in these lovetales is ever a wifemate, fully invested and with children whom the maidenmate takes as her own, and ever a matron if not higher, under whose ladyship the outrider-maiden is upheld. Our folk show rough eyes to those who fall beyond wont.

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 27, 2026, 11:18 AM

...Could an individual take advantage of distrupting that harmony?

Given the vulnerability #lashunta open themselves up to under psychic ~saiahi~ - mindshare - a particularly strongwilled individual could manipulate others to do their bidding. In so doing, who knows the disruption that may result?

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 27, 2026, 11:16 AM

Lashunta Inspirational Pic of the Week
Joseph Mallord William Turner (1806)

Discord is an intriguing an unsettling concept among #lashunta. Being so psychically communal, wouldn't that encourage harmony?

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@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 26, 2026, 10:57 PM

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Lashunta Word of the Week
Moeru (/mo:e.ru./; animal): formians; formians; members of a large, intelligent antlike species that colonized Castrovel near the end of the Age of the Sage-Queens, and which shares historical enmity with the lashunta.
This word is of Old Valmaean origin, though it has been largely adopted into most lashunta languages in Asana. Curiously, although most terms for intelligent species occur in the common gender, this word occurs mainly in the animal gender, almost as if the lashunta intentionally deny them personhood.

Related Terms:
Moeryonu (animal): worker-caste formian
Miurohu (animal): warrior-caste formian
Mirushae (feminine): myrmarch formian
Shanevae (feminine): hivequeen formian

@lashunta.bsky.social Sep 26, 2026, 10:40 PM

In the beginning of _A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3_, Lady Vaeol describes the sea voyage back northward after warfare's end...

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Our seafare’s highest thrill outcame when a herd of snailgods swam to surface at nighttide, two days ere Nivaea. They floated beside our ship, shells glowing with coral-fey in dithering patterns. Our sailors yielded wide berth, for though these huge water-qoelu stir but slowly, their blow could wallow and swamp our ship or even crush the hull. We stood at the stern while their winking lights faded in our wake.

Nivaea outstood by far the most enthriving city we reached. As the greatest and richest city in the South and founded back while the Time of the Warrior-Queens, it has been rebuilt no less than five times over history, as the bed of great Father-Hisyho has shifted where it meets the Shattersea. Our flag got a walkshow of one of these ghost cities, where the neighborfolk had cleared a path through the rainwood. Thus we got to stand in a queen’s palace main hall, whose throne’s marble dais still stood at the midst, and beheld mosaics of the gods wrought on the underdome, and from the walls, stonelikenesses of the elder queens with their haremmates.

Within the great harbor, we saw folk and heard tongues from Then on Lake Arasene’s shore, and even Candares, who had brought freight over the Sea of Mist from further east. Then I caught Oshis watching along the riverside, overlooking a fleet of odd, brightly hued houseboats tied to the bank. He hailed another man with his hair braided with bright scarves, who stepped off a boat. Shortly they spoke, and then left with friendly waves. Reckfully I turned to Less and asked what betided, and whose boats these were. He answered they belong to the Raumoava, the wandering riverfolk who make their livelihood by trade.