update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/mitzvot/016.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ And then the train of thought was gone, lost amid some whorl in the steam of eir
 
 An hour's walking gained em sore hips, a sweat-soaked shirt, and a well-trod trail around the outside of the yard.
 
-"Fucking cold," ey grumbled, stomping the lingering snow off eir boots and the hems of eir slacks on the way up the stairs to the balcony. The boots were kicked off outside the door for the snow left on them while ey completed the journey inside. Ey could fork emself warm and dry, sure, but why do that when there was a perfectly good shower right there?
+"Fucking cold," ey grumbled, stomping the lingering snow off eir boots and the hems of eir slacks on the way up the stairs to the balcony. Ey kicked the boots off outside the door to complete the journey inside. Ey could fork emself warm and dry, sure, but why do that when there was a perfectly good shower right there?
 
 So, ey lingered under the hot water for fifteen minutes, and instead of whorls of breath, the crunch of ice, the nothingness of slate-gray skies, eir thoughts and emotions dribbled down eir face in rivulets of water, swirled once, twice, disappeared down the drain.
 
@@ -30,7 +30,7 @@ After a pause to will it so, ey nodded. "Sure, should be good now."
 
 "Thank you."
 
-Ey felt strange staring out into the yard, the opposite direction of the kitchen, while True Name cooked, so ey grabbed a notebook moved to the dining table where, should ey be able to pull eir thoughts together, ey could write, and should ey not, ey could at least talk with True Name without twisting around in eir seat.
+Ey felt strange staring out into the yard --- the opposite direction of the kitchen --- while True Name cooked, so ey grabbed a notebook moved to the dining table where, should ey be able to pull eir thoughts together, ey could write, and if ey couldn't, ey could at least talk with True Name without twisting around in eir seat.
 
 Ey could not, it turned out. Ey flopped the notebook shut again and rubbed at eir face. "What're you cooking?"
 
@@ -70,7 +70,7 @@ Ey sat up straighter, frowning at the skunk. "That's a surprisingly difficult qu
 
 The conversation was taking a decidedly Odist turn. Coming at the topic sideways, grand statements that came tinged with a sense of awe. They all seemed prone to falling into the style of speaking, and ey fell for it every time. "Mmhm. Several times."
 
-"But what does it mean to believe in something like that? Or the sanctity of life or love or art? Or God, for that matter? 'Belief' as a word is a stand-in for a concept so broad as to be to be intimidating. One may say as Blake did, "For everything that lives is holy", but encompassing that within one's mind is truly terrifying." She finally broke her thousand-yard stare out the window and smiled faintly to em. "Still, I believe in what I did, Ioan. Really, *truly* believe. I feel called. I feel led. I am good at it. I wake up thinking about it, spend my day working with it, and fall asleep thinking about it yet more. We have an existence which is fundamentally different from that of phys-side, and I cannot put into words how much I love that. It is more than a want, I have a need so integral to my being for it to continue that I would not be True Name without it, and I love being True Name."
+"But what does it mean to believe in something like that? Or the sanctity of life or love or art? Or God, for that matter? 'Belief' as a word is a stand-in for a concept so broad as to be to be intimidating or impossible. One may say as Blake did, "For everything that lives is holy", but encompassing that within one's mind is truly terrifying." She finally broke her thousand-yard stare out the window and smiled faintly to em. "Still, I believe in what I do, Ioan. Really, *truly* believe. I feel called. I feel led. I am good at it. I wake up thinking about it, spend my day working with it, and fall asleep thinking yet more about it. We have an existence which is fundamentally different from that of phys-side, and I cannot put into words how much I love that. It is more than a want, I have a need so integral to my being for it to continue that I would not be True Name without it, and I love being True Name."
 
 "But now..."
 
@@ -78,7 +78,7 @@ The conversation was taking a decidedly Odist turn. Coming at the topic sideways
 
 "Do you overflow?"
 
-The skunk had lifted the lid of the pot of rice to stir. If it was anything at all how May cooked it, it was a stiff rice porridge made with chicken stock and cheese stirred in at the last minute --- 'poor skunk's risotto', she called it. She seemed keen to use her time cooking to think, so ey waited in silence.
+The skunk had lifted the lid of the pot of rice to stir. If it was anything at all how May cooked it, it was a stiff rice porridge made with chicken stock, cheese stirred in at the last minute --- 'poor skunk's risotto', she called it. She seemed keen to use her time cooking to think, so ey waited in silence.
 
 "I do. More frequently and in much shorter bursts," she said, finally. "Every few days, I will walk sims and I will get lost. Well and truly lost. Dear loses control of its tightly directed energy, May Then My Name loses control of that wellspring of love within her, and I lose control of my sense of control."
 
@@ -102,13 +102,13 @@ The other skunk had also stood and was bowing deeply to her up-tree instance. "M
 
 May had shoved the waxed cotton-wrapped parcel into Ioan's hands and bounded over to True Name, shoving her out of her bow in order to get her arms around her for an awkward hug. "That is for what happened," she said, then socked her in the shoulder. "And that is for how you told me."
 
-True Name stumbled back from the greeting, blinking rapidly and rubbing at her arm. She looked as baffled as ey felt. Watching May interact with True Name these last few days had been something of a roller coaster, whether it was to the abject fury ey saw within her whenever the topic of her goals came up or the strange protectiveness that had led her to offer their home to her cocladist. Those were stressful enough; this was overwhelming.
+True Name stumbled back from the greeting, blinking rapidly and rubbing at her arm. She looked as baffled as ey felt. Watching May interact with True Name these last few days had been something of a roller coaster, whether it was to the abject fury ey saw within her whenever the topic of her cocladist's goals came up or the strange protectiveness that had led her to offer their home to her. Those were stressful enough; this was overwhelming.
 
 Ey made eir way back to the table slid the packet onto it, and fell heavily into eir chair. "What just happened?"
 
-Eir partner laughed and dotted her nose against eir cheek before settling down into her usual chair. "I am sorry that that was weird, and I am sorry that I ran away earlier. I was able to get a lot off my chest, and I feel much better for it. Oh, you did eat. That is okay, I did too, but I think these will make good dessert."
+Eir partner laughed and dotted her nose against eir cheek before settling down into her usual chair. "I am sorry that that was weird, and I am sorry that I ran away earlier. I was able to get a lot off my chest, and I feel much better for it. Oh, you did eat. That is okay, I did too, but I think these may make good dessert."
 
-Something about May's nearly manic voice and the tension in her cheeks showed something deeper going on beneath the surface, but given her chatter and the still-shocked look on True Name's face, this didn't seem to be the time.
+May's nearly manic voice and the tension in her cheeks showed something deeper going on beneath the surface, but given her chatter and the still-shocked look on True Name's face, this didn't seem to be the time.
 
 "May Then My Name, I know that I--"
 
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@ Ey frowned as ey chewed on the morsel. Ey could see it being truly delicious if
 
 They finished the griddle cakes all the same, keeping up the banal chatter. It felt good, ey realized, to talk about nothing. Day after day of serious talks had worn on em more than ey realized, and ey made a silent note to thank May later for forcing them into something more pleasant. The greeting she'd given True Name was weird, but it definitely broke the suspense that had dogged them all week.
 
-After dinner, ey cleaned up the dishes while True Name went back to her room and May settled onto her beanbag, getting a thoughtful look on her face that usually meant she was working mentally.
+After dinner, ey cleaned up the dishes by hand while True Name went back to her room and May settled onto her beanbag, getting a thoughtful look on her face that usually meant she was working mentally.
 
 Once ey was finished, ey settled down beside the skunk, letting her squirm in next to em and get an arm around eir middle. Ey blinked a cone of silence into being over them. "It's good to have you back," ey said, hugging an arm around her shoulders. "What was that all about?"