From 581f7dce6b6b33c23af970dfc855be18f8b37863 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2022 19:50:01 -0600 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/008.html | 4 ++-- 2 files changed, 4 insertions(+), 4 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html index 0b7e9af22..9d1cd4b9d 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.html @@ -72,7 +72,7 @@

True Name wavered, reaching out a hand to grip at Tycho’s sleeve. She remained stubbornly skunk, clinging to that appearance of being in control. “Thank you, Turun Ka,” she said, words coming out slowly, spoken through clenched teeth. “Our apologies.”

The firstracer bowed, tucking its chin close to its chest. “There is no need to apologize. Allowances are granted to those who arrive from new worlds. Iska will accompany you to discuss further accommodations.” It turned to face the rest of the emissaries. “You all may rest and acclimatize in the rest area we have provided for you. We welcome you.”

Artante Diria bowed at the waist, a gesture so easy and recognizable that Codrin, Tycho, and Sarah all reciprocated more out of habit than anything.

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“Welcome. You may call me Artante. This way, please,” she said, gesturing with a hand.

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“Welcome. You may call me representative Artante Diria. This way, please,” she said, gesturing with a hand.

Codrin hesitated, watching as something happened to bring Why Ask Questions back into sync with common time. Her shout completed and then turned into a low moan as she crumpled to the ground, retching. For the first time since ey’d met Michelle nearly four decades ago, ey watched the dueling identities of a mind split. Skunk and human battled battled for primacy even as True Name helped her cocladist to her feet.

“Where are they taking them?” ey asked once ey’d caught up with Artante and the other emissaries.

“There are several unison rooms available in the compound. They will be given one as quarters.”

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He looked back toward the door, worry painted on his face, and nodded. “I don’t think that was Why Ask Questions. That was Answers Will Not Help.”