diff --git a/writing/unseeing/cycles-heat.md b/writing/unseeing/cycles-heat.md index d41dfa25..9796c38f 100644 --- a/writing/unseeing/cycles-heat.md +++ b/writing/unseeing/cycles-heat.md @@ -1,3 +1,5 @@ +%title Unseeing On cycles, sun, and heat + Lyut lives his life in prayer and devotion. It is a life that is lived ascending in a steady spiral of years, for time moves upward and yet is echoed below by the change of days, the change of weeks, the change of seasons. This year, this day, this soft spring is an echo of last soft spring beneath it. It is antipodal to the autumn that will come This morning, too, is an echo of the day beneath it, behind it, in the past. His days are defined by the cycle of incense, prayer, fishing, foraging, meditating. He knows that it is day when he wakes when he feels the warmth from the sun. He knows when it is night when he feels the warmth fade. He knows when it is morning because he hears the birds sing. He knows that it is night when the birdsong of the day fades. diff --git a/writing/unseeing/discovered.md b/writing/unseeing/discovered.md index 1d0459cd..44a1788c 100644 --- a/writing/unseeing/discovered.md +++ b/writing/unseeing/discovered.md @@ -1,3 +1,5 @@ +%title Unseeing - Rejoicing + When Zita came up from the village, bearing an armload of flatbread and a small basket full of spice cakes for Lyut, he had ceased his conversation with Týw and had ceased meditating by laying on the ground, and had instead settled for sitting cross-legged in the entrance to his cave looking out. Zita sang as she walked, as she had for the last ten festival weeks, and so Lyut heard her before he saw her. He debated for thirty heartbeats whether or not he was willing to keep his eyes open. He debated whether or not he was willing to see, to perceive someone with senses other than those he had been born with. diff --git a/writing/unseeing/foraging.md b/writing/unseeing/foraging.md index 5974c070..db27465e 100644 --- a/writing/unseeing/foraging.md +++ b/writing/unseeing/foraging.md @@ -1,3 +1,5 @@ +%title Unseeing - Foraging and Fishing + After prayer, Lyut feeds his fire and sits for a while before it to ensure that the sound of the wood burning is just as it should be and that the heat of the fire is neither too hot nor too cool, for he knew that a hot-burning fire that roared and rushed with the voice of Ýng's anger was one that would at best burn out too soon. With the smoke of the fire mingling with that of his incense, with the scent of his devotion lingering in his nose and clinging to his fur and stinging sightless eyes, he takes up his knife walking stick and pads slowly down the path from his cave to the section of river he calls his own. His feet guide him with soft shuffling. His stick guides him with gentle tapping. His ears guide him with the sounds of the river. Ýng guides him with Their hand on his shoulder. diff --git a/writing/unseeing/index.md b/writing/unseeing/index.md index 28301d6c..e84e951a 100644 --- a/writing/unseeing/index.md +++ b/writing/unseeing/index.md @@ -37,3 +37,4 @@ Conflict: a fae character (presence?) gives him sight - the narrator? "I gave hi * [Lyut learns to see](learning) * [Zita finds out](discovered) * [Týw's punishment is being seen and praised openly](punishment) + diff --git a/writing/unseeing/learning.md b/writing/unseeing/learning.md index ae7e5211..6dfdd20b 100644 --- a/writing/unseeing/learning.md +++ b/writing/unseeing/learning.md @@ -1,3 +1,5 @@ +%title Unseeing - Lyut learns to see + Lyut is slow to begin moving, and when he does, he walks as though a great dream has come upon him. He lets Ýng guide his movements and I stand apart from the lord and Their servant. Lyut moves as though a great dream has come upon him and lets Ýng guide his movements, and even so his morning task of making incense is far slower than usual, for his eyes water constantly and he marvels at just how drab the ingredients, so colorful in the nostrils and so familiar to the touch, really are. He has not known the comparison of color before, but even to one for whom sight is a new sense, he is surprised to find that the crushed root of nardin and the shaved root of sweet flag look so similar despite their vastly different aromas and purposes, that the mastic, that steadfast base of a scent, nearly glitters in the sun while the jewel-bright scent of cardamom is belied by so dun a color. diff --git a/writing/unseeing/punishment.md b/writing/unseeing/punishment.md index 8776f5ea..2afb5078 100644 --- a/writing/unseeing/punishment.md +++ b/writing/unseeing/punishment.md @@ -1,4 +1,5 @@ -(Tyw comes walking up to Lyut, an all white ermine) +%title Unseeing - Consequences + The next morning, a second strange occurrence greets Lyut when he opens his eyes. Sitting at the entrance to his cave is a creature very much like him in many ways, but in many ways different. Long and lithe, yes, strong and slender, yes, but shorter, and with fur of the purest white as opposed to the dark brown of his own. Too, a face more slender and ears larger, and on the tip of his tail, the fur is dark black. "Who are you?" diff --git a/writing/unseeing/seeing.md b/writing/unseeing/seeing.md index 6e669398..47ab2d93 100644 --- a/writing/unseeing/seeing.md +++ b/writing/unseeing/seeing.md @@ -1,3 +1,5 @@ +%title Unseeing - Seeing + It is the last night of the week of fasting and it is the thirtieth year that Lyut has served Ýng and myself that I have decided to change him and by changing him, change the world, for am I not the god of the water and the god of watching and the god of death, and am I not also a trickster god? My trouble will come back on me thirtyfold, I am sure, but Lyut is the thirtieth ascetic who has served me and I am ready. Lyut has once more gone to sleep hungry, belly filled with prayer and sorrow and boiled water. I come to him then. I come to him and I touch the back of his neck, then the crown of his head, then the lids of his eyes, and then I sit in the clearing and wait for him to waken. I sit and watch, for that is my jurisdiction. diff --git a/writing/unseeing/zita.md b/writing/unseeing/zita.md index 4a9ffdc4..fa503c02 100644 --- a/writing/unseeing/zita.md +++ b/writing/unseeing/zita.md @@ -1,3 +1,4 @@ +%title Unseeing - Zita Lyut prays and works for the rest of the day, for today is the day that he makes incense for the town below. This week is the week of fasting and next week is the week of rejoicing, and so this week he must prepare for them three times the normal amount of incense, as this is the week they subsist on smoke until they cannot tell, Zita promises him, the white thread from the dark after the sun sets and the cool night comes. This is the week they live on prayer and next is the week they live on food, when they bake small cakes in the heat of their fires, in the heat of their ovens, and five of which Zita will leave for him.