update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/006.md

@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ Codrin suspected that this had come when it did solely due to the transmission d
 
 Ey had kept that thought to emself.
 
-Ey expected True Name would be visiting eir down-tree instance and eir partner before long. Ey had suspected she would do as much as soon ey had read anxiety in her expression at the mention of May Then My Name. She had surely sent a message back to L<sub>5</sub> within seconds of em telling her such.
+Ey expected True Name would be visiting eir down-tree instance and eir partner before long. Ey had suspected she would do as much as soon as ey had read anxiety in her expression at the mention of May Then My Name. She had surely sent a message back to L<sub>5</sub> within seconds of em telling her such.
 
 It was the reaction that ey was most worried about. True Name was a touchy topic with one of eir partners, and the cold hatred of one of its cocladists was...well, ey could read melancholy in the fennec's face as easily as any other emotion. Ever since news of May Then My Name's thoughts on her down-tree instance had made their way across the light-days of distance, there had been more of that. There had been days of silence, days of tears, days of walking the prairie for hours at a time. When pressed, it would simply say, *"She is the best of us."*
 
@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@ Ey rolled eir eyes and shook eir head. "Foxes."
 
 "Hush, you," their partner said, poking at the fox's thigh.
 
-*"Both of you. Boring, boring, boring."* It laughed. *"But I admit that I hope that they are real, as well. I am more excited about the semiotics of aliens than the idea that Castor is failing. For instance, there is much we can learn about them from their language, I expect. I am no linguist, but how they describe their control over time, should they chose to do so, will provide much insight into the ways something that is not us perceives and interacts with their world around them. They may process signs --- signs in the semiotic sense --- in a very different way, and we will be able to use that and apply it to the hypotheses that we have formed over the years."*
+*"Both of you. Boring, boring, boring."* It laughed. *"But I admit that I hope that they are real, as well. I am more excited about the semiotics of aliens than the idea that Castor is failing. For instance, there is much we can learn about them from their language, I expect. I am no linguist, but how they describe their control over time, should they choose to do so, will provide much insight into the ways something that is not us perceives and interacts with their world around them. They may process signs --- signs in the semiotic sense --- in a very different way, and we will be able to use that and apply it to the hypotheses that we have formed over the years."*
 
 "Are there problems in that area that need solving?" Codrin asked.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/006.md

@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ This involved none of the graceful floating that ey had seen before on eir excur
 
 The Odists were not tall. Every time he was near, Tycho felt that he dwarfed them. He could easily have rested his chin atop True Name’s head without lifting it at all. "You, who have your head in the clouds and feet on the ground," he remembered her having said about the Bălans, and the phrase had stuck with him. His feet were a steel-toed anchor, and though he towered above the others, he could never name the feeling of being that much closer to his beloved stars.
 
-And yet here he was; Tycho Brahe, terrified of heights
+And yet here he was; Tycho Brahe, terrified of heights.
 
 "What am I watching?" he asked Answers Will Not Help beside him.
 
@@ -52,7 +52,7 @@ Despite the heat burning in his cheeks, Answers Will Not Help's suggestion helpe
 
 "Is that just my name now?"
 
-"Might as fucking well be." She walked over to one one of the panels of news feed. This was labeled *Science* beneath, and seemed to head up a column of related material that continued down to the ground. "Let us just start here."
+"Might as fucking well be." She walked over to one of the panels of news feed. This was labeled *Science* beneath, and seemed to head up a column of related material that continued down to the ground. "Let us just start here."
 
 Studiously avoiding looking down, he read the contents of the panel.
 
@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ Studiously avoiding looking down, he read the contents of the panel.
 
 The message was published by none other than Sovanna Soun.
 
-*A member of the astronomical community* was a much better way to describe him that he suspected the Odists might otherwise.
+*A member of the astronomical community* was a much better way to describe him than he suspected the Odists might otherwise.
 
 He walked to the next panel over and read.