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Driven to mindless panic by the projection of terror throughout the Temple she'd hidden in for time immemorial, H'astra bee-lined out of the room and out of the window and out through the desert without thinking, running through holes and cracks too small for even Palasvind (the Land Winds) to notice. Despite her size and exhaustion, she made it to a village before the dawn of the second day through the direct down-the-mountain route caravans attempted, and kept fleeing, too afraid to even scream.

In the village it was dark and the people were asleep- all but one. The teen wandered to her place and sat on the well stones at the edge of town. She was alone, her hair cut short, her blind eyes closed, and a small violin like instrument in her lap. She took a deep breath as she just basked in the moonlight as she took a deep breath. She had her shawl draped over her head. She tilted her head back as the drape slipped back and behind her as she took a deep breath and let out a small hum.

It was always most peaceful when all three moons were out and the desert night had cooled. The sad young woman certainly wasn't expecting any company, as shy a creature as she was. Whereas the diminished, exhausted lady of flame didn't so much as see the human's ankle until she'd run into it, and curled up with a moan low even for her deep-and-tiny voice.


:iconsakuraluvsuall: owns the as-yet-not-named-in-story-here Rahat, or the teenager human over here. -points up- You'll see her face soon enough.
H'astra is mine.

The world is coowned.

For more information on the artist responsible and , please see the original upload on :iconlesieur: , the alternate account, or at their own page- .

Most of this odd little comic will show on Lesieur first. 
If you like it or don't like it, please do say, we encourage. =u Although in the former gallery at that one and the latter here. 
Things to do when time reacquired:

+Catch up on galleries viewed
++_Write out commissions {CW, Panda, Kiahl art trade, as soon as parameters recovered}
+++_Now that search function is a thing, reconsult AteMozzerala about notes
++++_Write out The Fall of the Apple's Glory again
+++++_Elucidate notes and rambles better
++++++_Tie up loose ends
+++++++_New focus characters
++++++++_Write out RP fragments from past endeavors as full stories
+++++++++_Write out It rains when you're gone: literally village story in head
++++++++++_Write out The Golem's Teeth Sparks When It Smiles (Because It Is Made Of Iron) And Other tales from head

+Write out comic illustration detailing for if money reacquired and good-willing partner's services retained:
-"Broken"- Yagren the Slaver
-"Yimmenfall Rising"- Elf woods early days (grounds eat people, elemental negotiation, spirit meddling, other fun things)
-"Lucky Meetings"- convert Rahat/H'astra story into graphic novel style for first encounter and see where it goes
-"Bloody Mercy"- Pay $$$$$$$$ like no one's business to eventually get all the Big Bar Brawls on alternate site done in glorious hi-def, but particularly #5

Say hello to people more often

/Maybe sub projects and characters
//Maybe some degree of poetry
///Fallout fanfic?
////Complete Topios' request at some year onward
Having had the good fortune to survive the annihilation of my fellow archivists by the hunters, I set out to recover what scraps I could of such basic detailing as Outsiders would require to understand the place and mentality of the various Races and regards and customs that they would face in a world such as ours; but I have not had such luck in the search itself as I have had in being alive to do it. What paltry recreations of the material I and my assistants could provide have already been displayed here, there, elsewhere, and yon, but further research into your language has stymied, if not entirely barred, some elements of the works.

It is somewhat to my discredit that the latest work then is not a treatise on the Dwarven empires or the exploits of Aridimes or even the natures of the various subcountries that surround and permeate the World Government, but rather, a simple disclosure on wedding practices and attires.

The which I will attend to telling you without further ado, if, indeed, anyone is listening and anyone particularly cares that does not know. I assume it will be foreigners, but of another space and time? It remains to be seen if our cult was correct.

All clothing at a wedding bears a message, whether from more literal insignia and sigils or from the simple color displayed. Each is predominant for a reason. It would be most sensible to present this then in order of colors and work from there. Dresses, suits, and other attire are not restricted by gender or creed. 

White represents something unaltered, something unchanging. Humans and Dwarves view this as something pure, or innocent, perhaps virginal would be a better word in your tongue. Whereas Elves as stubbornness and an unwillingness to adapt- in their own circles, a "white wedding" is often as much of an insult as it is a cherished and respected honor in other societies. Then, again in a different view, it means something of trustworthy endurance to the Undead kinds, something that will stand the test of time as nothing else may. A "Bone Wedding" is perhaps even more honored than are the Humans' "Innocent Weddings", because it is an affair that will not be parted, up to and beyond death.

In a wedding, before we go further, not all will wear the same attire, not even among the couple who are joining in hopeful matrimonial bliss; but in order to simplify this docket and my efforts further, we are assuming that the couple at least are usually a matching pair as far as colors go. There might be any amount of white dresses at a black wedding, however, or a red suit at a blue, or- ah, right, let me get back to that then.

Black universally represents a touch of death. It is usually used as a sign of someone in mourning or who has in fact personally died recently, given the number of ghosts that come to weddings to say their last farewells, but is sometimes simply means that someone is grieving the passing of a time in their life as opposed to an actual person. Nonetheless, black weddings or guests in black at another variance of wedding tend to be rather more somber than other affairs.

Red is often the cause of black attired weddings, because it is the sign of a blood grievance. It is not a common color to be spotted and one generally hopes that the guest (god forbid it be a spouse to be) is pacified suitably by the end of the event, one advantage of a social occasion such as this, but if it is not, there will be blood by the night's end. It is a declaration of the intent to finish out the feud by any means necessary, and usually ends in one or more deaths by duel.

It's generally considered more polite than poisoning an opponent in social circles or certainly besieging their estate and killing hundreds if not thousands of their employees with little to do with the actual grudge, but less polite than a proper duel in front of a magistrate or a participation in tourney. Red weddings are almost always tragic affairs for someone and the source of more red weddings if those they are survived by take it rather hard upon the relations and heirs of the instigators. They are also significantly more predominant in aristocratic circles than those of the common peasant.

Still, as a way to meet outside fortified walls and celebrate the joining of lives, Red weddings actually often save a great many more people than they harm. Any number of lords and ladies have gone on record swearing as to having changed their vendetta after seeing exactly who and what they would be affecting if they kept it up. It's a time honored if unpleasant tradition, though again, luckily, rare enough.

Blue is a sign of experience, usually of wealth. There was a point where it was (and still is) the single most expensive ink to make and retain in clothing, and was used by such peasants as had had a good deal of life experience and money, or nobles that could afford to indulge multiple marriages. It is not entirely uncommon even in these more prosperous times to have a white wearing spouse and a blue wedded together, if something has happened to part the more worldly fiancee from their previous affairs, or if they simply wish to display that they have ventured more or survived longer than their spouse to be. Blue is a very proud, but occasionally a sad, color. It assures that one can certainly take care of a partner, whatever the inclination, but it also usually denotes some regret earned in the process of living.

It's a tad more rare to have an entirely blue wedding even among blue-bloods, frankly. Even if both spouses are, many of the guests and servants might not have it.

Green, speaking of the which, is universally 'Loyalty' or 'Service', the color of yeomen, soldiers, and servants. Although in Elven culture the spouses often wear green as well, to represent service to nature and their community, as part of a mixed-color affair with another predominant one as their main-state. On some occasions cheerfully retold in folklore, a blue blood will marry their servant, and a green coat can be traded up for a pretty white or even a blue of their own. It is not entirely as uncommon as most folk myths, either. The World Government encourages supporting and meshing with common folk on the part of their leaders. There are entirely less revolutions that way.

Yellow, Brown, and Gray are 'Day' or 'Travel' colors. They represent folk who are here for the wedding but need to return to their normal lives and have no broad message to send. These are, of course, the predominant colors at most given affairs, alongside Green. Among subcultures like wizarding guilds or the Fae, different colors may mean different things entirely, of course. While the Gray Faerie did mean it in the normal sense in one rather infamous account, her color would normally have marked her as a Guardian, not a visitor, for instance. Druids will often take offense to having their colors noted at all, as will hippies and harpies.

Purple is solely for when Royals wed, sadly. It looks good on many a figure. Of course, what constitutes royalty is anyone's guess. Rumor has it that most spirits engage in it if they do wed whether they have lands or titles or subjects at all. It may be that a better term for it in normal circles is 'truly influential' rather than 'royal'. In ways that can literally affect the makeup of the world at that, though most nobles lack the power to perform more than infrastructure or war of various sorts; that is why Kings and Queens get purple instead.

Orange is a bold color the world over and means 'Adventurous'. In any, many, sometimes plural even at the same wearing, senses of the word. It is the antics of the Orange sort that often cause Red weddings, albeit, not -at- Red ones. Oh yes. But at other times, it might be the color of a knight errant valiant come to witness a friend happily meshing lives, or of an outworlder like the reader being invited to an event they will not have seen in the sense locally.

As a matter of fact,

-actually, I hear something. We will continue this another time.
Terra Notes: Wedding colors
As a reader challenge, if you're around and about and/or interested, what colors do you think your Original Characters might have worn at their weddings?

:iconthebuggiest: , I owe you quite a lot of reading one of these days when I'm not dead, don't I. :,c Sorry mate.        

This will also be on the alt account in a day or two. 
(After Desdemona discussion, a fonder goodbye than anticipated even if corrected as to overly-naïve notions,) Cauren returns to the ship and takes the controls herself with nothing more than the desire to fly. No destination, no plans, no thinking- just motion. Singing along, feeling the sound of the music of time and space mingling in the spheres all around and in and beyond her, stars rushing and twinkling and spinning in their own dances as she flits the curtain of the velvet curtain of blacks and blues and boundless color they rest in like diamond, low and strong and sweet in her bones and high and melodic and Aeolian in her ears. And here, tangible, palpable Fate one can taste in the mouth with ambrosia sweetness and bloody bitter metal, it comes- the moment when she knew she'd never be the same again.

In those power chords, those endless and eternal lights and nights brighter than any planet's day, she found her place in the worlds tonight. Heart and soul, hand and bone, eye and gleaming grin, she flew through knowing it was where she had been meant to be all along somehow, what she was made for, meant for, what she'd love. Not the blood dripping from her veins in defense of another, not the broken shield and armor from protecting, certainly not the feeling of a corpse on her blades or a snapped neck in her hands... or screaming dying figures in the belly for that matter. All of that, and all the misery and feeling of inexorable failure and drudgery that had defined her first full stay with her strange liaisons and allies, had been trying to pretend to be someone and something she had not been.

She was no hero, however many times she had died to emancipate or to aid another, or however many times she struggled and suffered in life to make another's lot better off. Those were noble aims worth pursuing in their right course and measure. But she was not that woman.  

The one she was watched the nav-maps wailing and the engines struggling to keep up the pace she set and faithfully delivering like a dancing girl at a rock show, knowing this was where she belonged, and so what if it was crazy? Oh, she'd certainly pay for it, fiscally or in other ways; that didn't matter nearly so much as the screaming distance in the void and the sound of her own laughter, for once her own and wholly truthful, rising in the chamber. This dance, this song, this deadly race against element and sensibility with all the universe for bettors and partners in the skimming, rimming, brimming voyage as she planet hopped the advanced vehicle... this was hers.

As luck would have it, the high note ended not in the once-slave from the primitive ice dying in a brilliant flash of flame or crumpled metal in a gravity void, but in a graceful landing that scarcely brushed the grass. The ride stopped, she stood, she stumbled down in the unfamiliar gravity and orientation, and every step run with the notes still singing in her blood. Her toes tingled with the rays of pulsars and her eyes gleamed with the imprinted colors of an innumerable plethora of nebula as the dancer fell to mortal dirt again, having kissed and caressed the very face of god with wings that were and were not her own.
Not that I expect most anyone will take notice or care, a few old dears aside. But this is the ugly mug. :U If you're petrified, I know it's working, and that's why those crickets are chirping. 

Also, Grey Wardens, because DA OBSESSION NEVER REALLY DIES

  • Listening to: Attack on Titan
  • Reading: Dragon Age comics
  • Watching: cat sleep
  • Playing: VID'JA GAIMES
  • Eating: pens
  • Drinking: No, sir!


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Camara-san Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday, friend!
LeSieur Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2015
VariableNature Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday Darth!
LeSieur Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2015
Thankee. Been too long. I need to catchup sometime. How've you been, friend?
VariableNature Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Been doing alright. Vague attempts at writing outside of OCT's having really panned out. But since it's NaNoWriMo, I've kind of been inspired to do at least SOMETHING this month. I guess we'll see.

Hope things have been excellent with you!
LeSieur Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2015
Mm, mostly workdead. I need to head onto the Darth account and read you sometime, mate, it's been entirely too long.
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kiahl Featured By Owner Edited Nov 22, 2014
hey, sorry i missed your birthday man, hope it was good
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