update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/mitzvot/018.md

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 # Ioan Bălan --- 2350
 
-It took about six hours for True Name to recover from the merge enough to stand up and walk well enough to get a glass of water, though her expression remained shell-shocked and she was unable to speak. It wasn't until the next morning that the skunk was able to hold a conversation, though she remained quiet and largely confined to her room, refusing the offer of coffee.
+It took about six hours for True Name to recover from the merge to where she could stand up and walk well enough to get a glass of water, though her expression remained shell-shocked and she was unable to speak. It wasn't until the next morning that the skunk was able to hold a conversation, though she remained quiet and largely confined to her room, refusing the offer of coffee.
 
-May spent nearly half of that time by her side. Ey wasn't sure what it was that the two did while in her room, if it was just May sitting by the skunk's side sharing what affection she was comfortable sharing with a down-tree instance she resented enough to shock, if she was just being present, or if the two were having their own quiet conversations.
+May spent nearly half of that time by her side. Ey wasn't sure what it was that the two did while in her room, if it was just May sitting by the skunk's side, if she was just being present, if the two were having their own quiet conversations, or sharing what affection she was comfortable sharing with a down-tree instance she resented enough to shock.
 
 All three, ey suspected. Ey checked in on them a few times, knocking and listening for permission to enter. Each time, True Name remained curled in bed with May sat nearby, whether on a chair beside it or sitting up on the bed itself. Ey'd ask if they needed anything, they'd both decline, and then ey'd go back to pacing holes in the rug or the yard or around Arrowhead Lake.
 
 The rest of the time, May was out with em, almost always as close as she could be, whether that was tucked in against eir side, hugging around eir middle from behind while ey cooked, or, at one point, requesting em to sit on the floor outside the bathroom while she showered, just so that she could talk and, in her words, feel eir presence.
 
-The mood throughout was somewhere between anxious and sad.
+The mood throughout remained somewhere between anxiety and regret.
 
 The next evening, True Name requested that they eat dinner out at the lake rather than at home, saying, "I am feeling too cooped up by walls and yet more walls."
 
@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ Ey supposed it made sense, if she now had the competing memories of End Waking a
 
 So, they packed up a simple dinner of sausages, zucchini, and potatoes to cook and stepped out to the lake.
 
-The tents were still set up and the second bundle of firewood remained untouched, leaning against one of them, so Ioan and May watched as True Name tiredly built and lit the fire. She left May and Ioan sitting on one of the logs before it, watching the flames go from fast and loud to something quieter and hotter, while she disappeared up the hill into the forest. She returned some time later with a bundle of arm-length sticks, all nearly as straight as dowels, which she built into a spit on which they could roast the sausages while the potatoes baked near the coals of the fire. 
+The tents were still set up and the second bundle of firewood remained untouched, leaning against one of them, so Ioan and May watched as True Name tiredly built and lit the fire. She left May and Ioan sitting on one of the logs before it, watching the flames go from fast and loud to something quieter and hotter, while she disappeared up the hill into the forest. She returned some time later with a bundle of arm-length sticks, all nearly as straight as dowels, which she built into a spit on which they could roast the sausages while the potatoes baked near the coals of the fire. It was all done with a practiced ease from hundreds of years of memory.
 
 The food was pleasantly smokey and well cooked, though otherwise unseasoned. True Name remarked on this part way through the meal, saying, "If you call the food bland again, May Then My Name, I will call you lame again."
 
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 "Thank you for joining me out here. I am both glad to be outdoors and intensely uncomfortable sitting on a fucking log," she said, smiling tiredly. "I do not think that I will stay out here, though. The greater part of me demands a comfortable bed."
 
-"Those fucking cots are the worst," May grumbled, sounding perhaps a bit forced in her casualness. "Like a hammock, but bad."
+"Those fucking cots are the worst," May grumbled, sounding forced in her casualness. "Like a hammock, but bad."
 
 "I do not think that even End Waking enjoys them, so it is easy enough for the True Name part of me to win out on that subject."
 
@@ -56,17 +56,17 @@ True Name raised her eyebrows, then let her gaze drift up to the stars. "I remem
 
 Ioan and May laughed.
 
-"I remember each time I decided to cave and bring something new into the sim. I remember deciding that I needed a more efficient way to heat my tent than just relying on my fur and camp blankets, and then creating the stove. I remember getting so sick of just meat and what few vegetables I could grow at the time and deciding that I would need something like bread or tack. I remember learning about how hard it was to actually carve a bow and work with metal to create knives and axes, and I remember how it felt to bring each one into existence, a little bit of failure that was also a little bit of triumph.
+"I remember each time I decided to cave and bring into the sim something new. I remember deciding that I needed a more efficient way to heat my tent than just relying on my fur and camp blankets, and then creating the stove. I remember getting so sick of just meat and what few vegetables I could grow at the time and deciding that I would need something like bread or tack. I remember learning about how hard it was to actually carve a bow and work with metal to create knives and axes, and I remember how it felt to bring each one into existence, a little bit of failure that was also a little bit of triumph.
 
 "I remember the eighth or ninth winter out there, when the cold started to feel less terrifying because I knew what to do. I remember waking up one morning fucking freezing, building the fire back up, and shivering in front of it, then laughing for the sheer joy of it. The joy of bundling up, the joy of the air burning inside my nostrils, the joy of discomfort."
 
-Ioan listened, entranced. The cadence of her speech had changed slightly. It still had that well-spoken and dramatic air to it, still held the lack of contractions and all the doublings-back and anaphora that seemed to come with being an Odist, but it was also more austere than it had been. Less purely functional and more cerebral, perhaps?
+Ioan listened, entranced. The cadence of her speech had changed slightly. It still had that well-spoken and dramatic air to it, still held the lack of contractions and all the doublings-back and anaphora that seemed to come with being an Odist, but it was also more austere than it had been. Less purely functional and more cerebral, perhaps.
 
-"I remember the first time I went a year without seeing anyone, then the first time I went five years without seeing anyone. That was terrifying, did you know? I was sure that I was losing my grip on reality. I decided to make sure that I talked to someone at least once every six months after that to keep myself grounded. I remember when the Artemisians arrived and you two brought your play over, and being utterly delighted at all of the subtle ways you found to insult each other."
+"I remember the first time I went a year without seeing anyone, then the first time I went five years without seeing anyone. That was terrifying. I was sure that I was losing my grip on reality. I decided to make sure that I talked to someone at least once every six months after that to keep myself grounded. I remember when the Artemisians arrived and you two brought your play over, and being utterly delighted at all of the subtle ways you found to insult each other."
 
 May grinned and elbowed em in the side. "That one was Ioan's fault."
 
-True Name smiled and nodded. "You should be pleased with it, my dear. Oh, and I remember tasting whiskey for the first time in years and being surprised at how much it burned. A Finger Pointing's offer to bring a case over was quite tempting. It reminded me that I love the surprise that comes with forgetting things, or at least as close as we can get. The burn of liquor fell way back in my mind, and the feeling of the burn of whiskey sent it rocketing right back up to the top."
+True Name smiled and nodded. "You should be pleased with it, my dear. Oh, and I remember tasting whiskey for the first time in years and being surprised at how much it burned. A Finger Pointing's offer to bring a case over was quite tempting. It reminded me that I love the surprise that comes with forgetting things, or at least as close as we can get. The taste of liquor had fallen way back in my mind, and the feeling of the burn of whiskey sent it rocketing right back up to the top."
 
 "That doesn't sound so bad," Ioan said, smiling.
 
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 "But, May Then My Name?"
 
-The skunk nervously at her cocladist, as though worried of some reprisal. "Yes?"
+The skunk looked nervously at her cocladist, as though worried of some reprisal. "Yes?"
 
 "Thank you for thinking of me."
 
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 May tucked closer against Ioan's side and buried her face in eir shirt to cry, making a rude gesture at her down-tree instance before hugging her arms around eir waist.
 
-"I think that mean 'no problem'," ey said. "But I don't speak skunk all that-- ow! She bit me!"
+"I think that means 'no problem'," ey said. "But I don't speak skunk all that-- ow! She bit me!"
 
 The other skunk laughed. "It is no less than you deserve, I am sure. But come, once you are able to, let us walk to the rock at the end of the lake. I want to see the stars before we head back."