From d13fcc2abaab05f32b178775d8c68d89c70c5f2f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2021 23:35:10 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/011.html | 2 +- writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/012.html | 9 +++++++-- 2 files changed, 8 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/011.html b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/011.html index 9311140c1..058c195c4 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/011.html +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/011.html @@ -12,7 +12,7 @@

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“We’re nearing the point of this project where we’re considering pulling together all of our notes. We have quite a bit already, certainly enough for an overview, and if we decide to do a second volume as a deeper dive, we can consider that later.” Ioan smiled to the skunk across the table from em, one ey had so many reasons to fear. “So this interview is mostly meant to wrap everything up, fill in a few gaps here and there. Does that sound alright?”

“Of course,” True Name said, smiling. “I have read over the summary that you sent me, and it looks fairly complete, but I will answer any question you ask.”

Ioan collected eir thoughts for a moment, testing eir pen’s nib against the paper. “Right. Okay. The first thing I’d like to ask is that, well, you’ve given us a good bit of information about your why, how, and when for many of the things that you did around Secession and Launch. I think we’ve got an idea of what, too, but it seems almost too big to grasp, so I’d like to know who all was involved.

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Ioan was still sitting at the table, ruminating, when May returned from her errand. Something that she saw in eir face made her frown, and when she walked, she almost slunk, as though to keep from waking em up, or as though she was bearing some unknowable guilt. When she sat on the stool that True Name had been using, she looked small, closed in on herself. Not just smaller than True Name, though she was also that, but smaller than usual.

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She did not speak.

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Finally, Ioan capped eir pen, set it atop eir notes, and pushed them off to the side of the table. Ey folded eir arms on the tabletop and rested eir forehead on them. “I’m tired, May.”

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The skunk still did not speak. Did not even move, to the point where Ioan questioned whether she was holding her breath.

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Ey lifted eir head again, saying. “I’m tired and

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