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Swami Parampanthi - Creative Self-Transformation Through Meditation - Astara - 1975

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Two Stars

-----Hello. This is my -kinda long- Fic about my main Tav and Astarian. I hope you guys like it. I have a little bit more written out but I really don't know how to really progress their plotline together. Mostly fluff, a bit of suggestive stuff. Nothing Graphic in this.-------

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The words swelled in the back of her mind like bile as she remembered her night sharing the weave testing out wizard magic with Gale. It was quite cute that he had tried to teach her some magic, as Astara was very familiar with the Weave. Growing up having it naturally flow and pour from her like a thunderstorm at sea. Unaware herself of the power she could potentially tap into. Funny enough though with all that power so much was unfamiliar to her. Her magic was responsible for the swirling tattoo that flowed around her golden eye. The eye she got from her father. The magic she has to have gotten from her father, a human sorcerer, unknown to her. Her mother was just a Drow.  

 Astara wasn’t used to having people actually fawning over her like this in a real and true way. Fawning over her in a way that wasn't them just indulging in their own selfish desires. She was beautiful, slender, slightly shorter than your average woman, lavender skin, and dark grey hair with two streaks of white hanging around her face, one golden eye, one silver eye truly unique, The Midnight Lounge must’ve been rheeling without her services. Even with the tattoo that swirled from her eye down across her face twisting down her neck, her beauty was the reason she wasn't kicked out from her home once she came of age, men and women would usually lust over her, but this wasn’t just lustful stares from some of these companions, she could sense feelings were actually brewing slightly from some of them but she was trying to convince herself that it was all just in her head. These weren’t merely people but a gang of absolute misfits. All of them share a common predicament, an unfortunate case of the brain worms, she laughed to herself at the thought for a moment. My first adventure out of the Underdark only to be faced with probably the most dire of circumstances. 

Even though they had tadpoles connecting their minds to one another, she had a distinct feeling that they were all continuing to keep more secrets from her as each day passed and more and more started to be revealed from some. Some of them take up more of her time at camp than others. Almost as if they were making up all sorts of reasons to speak with her. Some of them have opened up a little more than others, not really by their choice however. 

She thought of Wyll’s parton Mazoria for a brief moment, not completely unfamiliar with Devils, as some would visit her home from time to time. She thought of Shadowheart’s admission to worshiping Shar in the Owlbear cave. She thought of Astarian, revealing his true nature in the dead of the night…

Her mind then moved to Gale opening up to her about having a literal bomb inside him only AFTER the magical artifacts weren’t enough to help him any longer. You’d assume it was his words that stuck into her mind like thorns, they did spend an evening getting closer together after all. Combining both his wizard magics and her sorceress powers left a warm spark between them. She smiled at the thought but a prickle was always in her stomach when she imagined something more between her and Gale. Mystra. A literal goddess. Gale’s ex. Astara was well studied of the gods, there wasn’t much else to do but devour books in the underdark as a bastard. She knew Mystra watched her and Gale any moment they shared, feeling the disapproving gaze. Astara felt annoyed by that. As if a goddess could be jealous of a bastard. Her thoughts of Gale were sweet but someone sweeter she could still almost taste lingered on her.

She thought of Lae’zel and how she had come on strong. Too strong. She was blunt when she asked Astara to join her in her tent.

“I want to taste your sweat” rang in Astara’s mind. She was indeed flattered. But the way Lae’zel wanted her reminded her too much of the ones who would hire her services, and this adventure was finally an opportunity for her to leave that life in her past, the only thing that made these tadpoles worth it. A Gyth was a bit too “exoctic” for the half-drow that spent her entire life in the underdark. Shuddering at the thought of time she was forced to lay with an Orc, though it was not the same, the green skin was a painful reminder… and Astara did like Lae’zel, so she let her down gently. Giving Lae’zel a bit of insight into how Astara was mostly sheltered only reading of the Gyth, never imagining she’d ever stand in the presence of such a mighty warrior. And that enough seemed to win Lae’zel over. Even if she was bitter later on at the tiefling party when they had spoken.

However that still wasn’t what plagued her this moonless evening… her thoughts had turned to Wyll and Kalach. Wyll being the biggest keeper of secrets the sword coast has ever witnessed and Astara’s heartwarming realization Karlach has actually been fairly up front and honest. Astara thought plainly. Ever so grateful that the tadpoles in her mind couldn’t give her thoughts away about the others easily. As she paced on the beach, working herself up more the deeper she started thinking about everything she has faced thus far. Doing things she had only read about. Being a great adventurer just like one of her many stories she had devoured. 

The archdruid Halsin even joined their camp, a more than favorable ally. He was as big and genuine as she had read. The Massive wood Elf was indeed even larger than she had imagined. She barely looked above his pecs as she cracked her neck to speak with him. 

Astara should indeed feel better about her chosen company but those words that the High Elf had spoken to her, before she decided she wouldn’t be spending a second evening with him as she had originally thought. The night she decided to explore the weave with Gale instead. The Pale elf… The very companion who took her by great surprise when he offered himself to her randomly before their party went stalking through the goblin camp to rescue Halsin, something he didn't even seem interested in doing in the first place. The first evening they spent together hung in her mind. Seeing something darker that night than she once thought. Was she stupid, why did she really think that there was more to the sweet words he spoke?

Astarian, the high elf vampire spawn only a few letters off from her own name had invaded her mind ever since he seemed to always show an alarming amount of interest in her. How utterly embarrassing… her mind constantly would swirl whenever he would speak to her. He had pulled her over to his tent every evening, always having something to say or to reveal to her. He had been taken by great surprise on their first days together. A fairly resourceful girl… He’d think as he’d gaze at her. He also would take some enjoyment from her blind trust in him…

She replayed the events in her mind before that night even happened. They had saved a dwarf. She talked her way out of a fight with goblins. He was already kinda getting on her nerves at times, yet there was something different about him. She met other high elves before and they always had an aura of arrogance about them, but other times when they spoke, the way he would speak to her was not the same way he would speak with the others. Every so often she’d catch him being impressed with her actions too even if he said otherwise. 

She surely thought that he would’ve had something witty to say after; making fun of her for being too passive with the strangers they meet. 

How he chuckled at her baaing at the gnomes pretending to be sheep.

How it was hilarious that they were on their way to kill these same goblins yet she had talked her way out of the fight. 

How she should embrace the bloodshed more. 

She knew if he had come to her at The Midnight Lounge  he would have definitely overlooked her for one of the true Drows, she knew his type all too well, or at least she thought she did. Men like him only enjoyed the attention. The thorn pricked her.

She was pulling some gold and a few rings out of a barrel the goblins left behind as he approached her.

“Hello my Sweet,” His voice left his lips with more velvet and honey than she was used to catching her off guard as gold slipped from her fingers, which he effortlessly caught before it clashed into the barrel alerting the others to anything that they were discussing. 

This new smoothness from him with her was unusual. She was definitely not in the underdark any longer. She put on the bravest eyes, hoping he couldn't sense her pulse, before she dared to look at him. He had also been kinder to her ever since she learned of his secret. That he was in fact a member of the undead. A vampire. A young elf as far as she could tell. But a pretty old vampire. She definitely knew Astarian’s normal life was cut drastically short. He opened up to her mildly about Cazador as well, mostly how awful he is. Astara only knew the basic knowledge of vampires. My Sweet, the endearing pet name he’s called her since tasting her blood one evening, revealing his true nature as a vampire spawn. She had assumed that all vampires drank human blood. But apparently Astara had been Astarian’s first. another thing he probably said to her just to keep himself in her good graces. 

Why did she think this was going to be any different than all the others before him? She remembered how he asked her to meet him in the woods that night at camp, he wasn’t exactly shy of his intentions either. How he had approached her lustfully, his pale skin glowing under the full moon. How his eyes looked at her devouring every inch of her body and how she had given into his and admittedly her desires without a second thought. Definitely not thinking. Her body shivered remembering the ecstasy of it all… How dare he. She seethed, shaking off small embers sparking from her fingertips as she sat on the beach at camp getting weary that the others might take notice of her pacing. She definitely did not want to have to try to stuff these thoughts down. Knowing she would NOT be able to discuss this with Karlach without reducing herself into a confused crying girl, and Shadowheart was also not much for girl talk.

But how dare he, she thought, trying to compose the flames only to see acid beginning to ooze from her feet. She sighed, stuffing them into the sand incase Wyll decided he needed more late night sword practice on the beach. She thought of how she had tried to approach Astarian at the tiefling party with such grace. Not trying to seem overly excited about their recent victory, and also trying not to press too hard since he hasn't said much since they snuck away into the woods that evening. Interested in his opinion on everything they have been through so far, maybe even sharing the evening together again, but maybe less lustfully. Only to have him lure her in with more velvety words, how he wanted to hear her echo his name again, made her eyes widen, and her heart skip slightly, she did feel the same. But again, didn’t want to seem too eager either. She knew how inexperienced she was, not just at real intimate moments. But even real friendships. She didn’t want any of her new found friends to leave her.  

She even allowed him to have this strange book they had found that she had really wanted to read. As a trade he offered to let Volo experiment on him. Which he was upset about at first, losing an eye is difficult, but the bonus was enough to make him pleased. Seeing invisibility. 

Probably should’ve thought of that one. Now I wouldn't even be able to hide from him if he dared approach. She complained to herself, slowly losing frustration thinking of how stunning he looks now, one pale silvery eye, one blood red. So handsome indeed. The fire rekindled after thinking those tender thoughts, when she remembered what sealed her walking away from him that evening. Him dangling those words in front of her. The words she had never heard from anyone her entire life.

“Everyone’s favorite, I love you” slipped from those fangged lips. She sent a fire ball into the sea remembering that line, I love you she scoffed to herself, unable to compose herself. Realizing, after the sweetest lie he could tell her slithered off his tongue, the silly compliments he was giving her before were things he’d all said to the poor souls he lured to Cazador. How dare he utter those words to me after kissing me in the forest with what she decided now she had mistaken for passion. She no longer knew what she actually meant to the high elf and that was the thorn in her mind. 

She didn’t want to care about Astarian, in this way, she didn’t want to think of what that night would have meant to him with this new context. Astara didn’t want to believe that he just wanted something from her like all the rest of those had beforehand. At least those men had the decency to have some sort of payment at the end. She sighed to herself.

 She heard her tent nearby begin to rustle as she had realized she had been out far too late now. And soon she wouldn’t be alone on the beach anymore. He would smell her sweet stench. Remembering distinctly what he said she smelled like. “Night violets under a rainstorm, old books, and a touch of must from the under-dark.” she scowled at the memory surely he was lying about that too then? She thought briefly of not offering her blood to him any longer but the appreciation she saw in his eyes when he got her permission for a late night visit she couldn't deny.

“Now darling, what are you doing all the way out here,” He said approaching her. Her breath left her hearing his voice. “Trouble sleeping?” He questioned. He stopped standing now at her feet. Forcing her to look up at him from the sand below. She stood quickly.

“Yep.” She said bluntly not looking into his mismatched eyes with her own. Another disgusting thing they have in common now. She thought as quietly as she could. When they all stood too close sometimes the powers of the tadpole would let things slip. However it seemed Astarian had already mastered his, never allowing a probe without his sayso. She felt the way his face had twisted with the tone of her voice. Her usual sing-song voice came out rough and strangled. As if the words stuck in her throat too long even if she had replied immediately. 

He looked down at her, mildly distracted on how the fire sparkled off of her one golden eye and how the sea glistened off of her silver eye. Astarian didn't expect these feelings to arise. The glare he noticed he had began to give Gale ever since the night of the tiefling party. Commenting that maybe he’d consider killing Gale for the book of Necromancy Astrara was kind enough to give over to him after they had worked so hard to uncover the secrets of. He was not used to hearing that high pitched bell laugh at his stupid remarks on their adventures so far. And did not like the sharp tone she was using with him now.

He had meant to help her up but she stood alarmingly quick and wouldn’t meet his gaze. He felt a moment of panic. Was she going to ask him to leave camp? Was this it? No longer safe here with his new found… admittedly disgustingly to call them… friends? Surely he was safe, he offered her what everyone wants from him. He knew it when she met him in the woods that night that she was as easy to play with as everyone before her. Making it simple for him to secure himself in the group. 

He enjoyed the attention she gave to him, every evening since the first night he tasted her, now always offering her blood to him. She had begun to infect his trance’s, just like the tadpoles slithered into their brains, she was there in the dead of the night, randomly in the background scenes now of the torture he used to endure. Sometimes he’d be wandering the halls of the manor, only to open the door and suddenly he’s at his tent in camp discussing something with her. He wasn’t used to being able to access “happy” memories in his dreams, his particular favorite to visit the night he drank her blood. He watched it many times, which is what brought him to bring her into the woods in the first place, just by reading her body language that evening proving how easy she was going to be to manipulate to his will. 

He felt a bit stupid suddenly, maybe he did fuck this up somehow, maybe she caught on to his games? No. He was too calculated. He knew quickly could get into anyones mind and poor Astara was too naive to realize she was even being toyed with. But something was decidedly different tonight.

“Something is different about you tonight,” He began, as he started to position himself behind her, tracing her shoulder to neck with his fingertips. Maybe she wanted to be awake when he fed on her this time? He felt her shiver, but she turned and stepped back, stumbling a little. 

“Oh, is there?” She said her voice was laced heavily with poison this time, even more sharp than her Yep. This took him by surprise. Now he knew something was off. 

“Do I need to kill Gale?” He smirked, taking a stab at the dark hoping it would at least soften her, get her to meet his eyes so he could read what was really going on. Unless she was even more stupid than he originally had thought. Her face did not soften but her eyes met his, and he saw the furry she would carry into battle, a mysterious furry he only picked up fragments of when they would sometimes stand on the same ledge as she casted fire and acid down at the enemies below. He thought for a moment she was about to lighting grasp him as her eyes took in his face for the first time that night. 

He really is oblivious isn't he. She seethed to herself trying to loosen some of her anger.

“Look,” she began, knowing that she did have growing feelings for him... Hopeful that he might even feel a fraction of the same. Her heart sank as she remembered Gale dogging her flirting like the floor was lava, Lae’zel flirting with her, Wyll beginning to give her longing gazes... And then Astarian, so hot and cold every night at camp since the dreaded party, always speaking to her sweetly but something felt off about it still… Her eyes traced his expression and there was concern in his tone before. All of it began to feel very overwhelming. “No need,” she breathed softly. “Remember he plans on blowing himself up.” She said solemnly rolling her eyes at the dramatics of it all. He planned to move, reachout and tilt her chin up to face him, to read her expressions better but she moved out of reach heading back towards her tent. He followed. His thoughts are twisting. He paused waiting for them both to enter her tent before speaking again.

“Are you sad about Gale?” He asked softly, she shot him a surprised look. Since when did he care about Gale now? “I didn’t think you’d ask me that when you originally wanted to send him packing after he revealed his secret to us. After he accepted yours.” She pointed out.

“Oh I don’t care, I figured that’s what you’d have to be moping about.” He said smoothly. Trying not to let any of his own emotions slip. He also didn't understand what Gale’s problem was, as a wizard he should be fawning over a sorceress of her abilities surely. He saw his pathetic attempts at flirting. He didn’t understand what Gale did that seemed to capture Astara’s attention though either. Astarian caught Gale staring at her as they walked multiple times, Astara glancing back at Gale (She was not glancing back at Gale, but in fact at Astarian.) When Gale wasn’t looking, it was obvious there might be something that would happen between them too. He could occasionally see into Gale’s mind, his kind thoughts of Astara after she talked to anyone. How Gale liked the way her hands looked when she casted. The annoying way Gale would always say something first now to her after every encounter. Astarian was perplexed again as disgust rose in his mind for Gale. However he smirked a little, constantly relishing in the fact he had tasted Astara before Gale even could plant a kiss on those hands he thought about so much. 

Astara noticed Astaian falling into deep thoughts now. She noted the strange silence he had with her as he followed her back to her tent. He probably didn't even know what led him to even tag behind me in the first place, maybe habits from being on the road. She also thought it a bit odd he was simply standing in her tent quietly smirking ever so slightly.

“Are you alright?” She spoke, trying to look past his gaze again.

“Oh of course darling. I am simply trying to make sure my dinner tastes as sweet as she is supposed to.” He said his words wrapping her heart, causing a fog over her thoughts for a brief moment. Before the thorn reminded her. Her eyes did begin to give her away as sadness crept over her anger. Her mind finally unraveled from the long day traveling. The pangs of loneliness she had felt in her tower washed over her again. Used and ultimately unwanted. Surrounded by others yet still alone. Waves crashing into ocean rocks, almost losing all sense of space all of a sudden. Her eyes welled slightly. The room distorted as she looked through her tears.

She turned away blinking desperately. This was not how I wanted this night to go. She considered casting sleep on herself in the moment so that he could feed and be done with her for the night. She felt Astarians breath sharply inhale as he pulled her to face him.

“Tell me, my sweet.” he said to her softly releasing her quickly when that made more liquid cascade down her lavender cheeks. She whipped her eyes desperately. Pushing him back softly. 

“Just go back to your tent” She huffed, stuffing her face into her bedroll now. Almost juvenile he thought. “I take it back, you may not feed on me tonight.” She said her words were muffled now. He was taken aback. Puzzled by her actions all evening.

“I will not leave you here in such a state by yourself, you’re acting like a brat you know,” he began. “And I know you don’t actually mean it.” He cooed as his hand began to gently brush her hair off the back of her neck. She whipped up more tears coating her face, furry in her eyes through her tears,  and uttered her own strange arcana, as she sent him from her tent with her last spell thunder wave. With a pop of lighting Astarian flew from the tent, landing at Karlach’s feet. She looked at him equally perplexed. 

“What did you do?” She snorted, helping him up. He was mildly offended, he first thought he’d rush back in there, but decided that she meant what she had said. That she, for the first night since he had tasted her blood, denied it to him. 

He was perplexed but decided it didn’t need further thought as he and Karlach spent the rest of the evening drinking wine together. Karlach offered to spike his cup with some of her blood but he declined. Commenting how the only thinking blood he could imagine enjoying was Astara’s. Karlach smirked.

“So you do like her then?” She started in a half giggle.

“No..” He said quickly. Even if I did, it wouldn't change anything…

“Everyone likes her ya know, it wouldn't be a shocker if you started to too.” Karlach doesn’t know that I had already had Astara in the palm of my hand. 

“Do they now?” He responded, drinking from his cup. She doesn’t know that I already lured Astara into the woods and secured my safety within this little group. Astara only wanted what everyone before her has. She proved that to him that evening. 

“Hells,” Karlach gazed over at Astara’s tent. “I might fall in love with her soon too.” She said and He choked while taking a sip. Astarian felt that gross jealousy and envy creep into him again. As he glared at Karlach. “HA GOT YA” She almost fell over with laughter, catching onto a thread of something before he even did. She continued laughing and going on about Wyll now, and how he’s been discussing his plans to get closer to Astara too. She didn't realize Astarian suddenly became seriously dissociated. Dear gods, Lae’zel, Gale, and now Wyll. Honestly it’s amusing Wyll thinks that he’d have a chance… I surely don’t care for Astara… he started. She was merely a tool. 

Surely he was the one who was in control that night in the woods. She was there for only herself. Not caring about him, she didn’t even want to spend the night again after the party. He remembered bitterly as he watched her and Gale laughing together until she went to her tent alone he thought with relief. Then panic began. Relief. He wasn't supposed to care. He couldn't be anyones anyways, the vision he had of Cazador reminded him of that, his infernal scars on his back reminded him of that. The same scars she touched tenderly that morning, asking him about it, telling him that it was written in infernal in the first place. 

Then he blinked again, suddenly remembering Karlach was right there. What in the nine hells. No. Surely this was not happening. Not now. Not with this stupid girl. Not when there were thousands of others just like her, hundreds of others even more beautiful than her. All handed over to Cazador without thought. His mind slipped again. 

Cazador, a chill ran over him quietly, he didn’t realize where his mind would lead him. Thinking about the fate that would’ve fallen Astara if they had unfortunately met in the city instead. He agreed with himself, that would’ve been immediately drawn to her probably sitting quietly and alone in whatever establishment he would find her in. Seducing her in the same way that he had that day he asked her to spend the evening with him. Pulling off her magical items in the night. 

He imagined Cazador taking Astara from the red room, as he did with the thousands of others Astarian was forced to bring to that wretched place.. 

He imagined Cazador tearing her from the bed violently right before dawn, waking her from her peaceful sleep. 

Tossing her around as she desperately would try to fight him. 

No buffs from her armor or amulets to help her.

How she would attempt to fight back with such furry at first.

How he would slowly break her, taking his time, relishing in the torture.

Using every last spell she would have before the inevitable. 

How she would fall limply after a few strikes, she was strong, but overall fragile as a caster.

 Cazador would pick up her tiny exhausted body, ripping her blood soaked hair out of the way and sinking his large fangs into her neck. Violently, almost tearing off her head in the process.

If she would be conscious enough to scream or not? - the question his mind asked made his stomach turn. 

He would keep her alive, for sure noticing something Astarian wouldn’t as he would fight her. Cazador would see how Astarian looked away instead of watching deadpanned as he was taught, he would begin dragging her away to his private quarters, before presenting Astarian with something that would have proved her final death as a sick gift, a reminder to always be loyal. Probably her eyes…

Astarian would have to watch as she would cry for his help, hear her cries of pain throughout the next day as her torture would continue until the sun had set again…

Until Cazador drained every last drop of her sweet blood.

“No” as he stood. Rage suddenly dragged him from his imagination. 

“What?” Karlach said. 

“Nothing, I'm going to bed.” He said quickly leaving Karlach stunned by what had just happened. He was equally as stunned as he laid staring up at his tent. His own thorn in his mind now. Have I actually gone insane? Surely he has dawned a crown of madness and this wasn’t the case. A lump grew in his throat remembering Cazador yet again as he drank a spare rat he had been keeping around for times such as these. He would definitely have to find a way to kill him. He rolled over and decided that this had to be the tadpoles doing. It was helping them all get along. Uniting them under a common cause. The only reason he had to protect her was because she was the de-facto leader. That was that. He was still in control. She was in the palm of his hand. Playing her easily. She has the same selfish desires as they all do. He reminded himself. As he began his evening meditation, and for the first time in 200 years instead of beginning his dreams reliving an event of torture. He began at a different moment.

Waking up basking in the sunlight, surely this is finally the end he thought with relief. That the torture would finally be over. Before realizing with a bittersweet delight that the sun wasn’t burning his pale flesh to cinders... He relieved every detail of the moment that they had first met.

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The next morning at camp as Astara approached him, he assumed she would like every morning before this one, with a small smile and offer her blood to him, but his morning was a little different, she had a more sullen expression. He was mildly dazed himself, remembering the final pleasant moments of his meditation before the day started.

“I wanted to apologize. I hope I didn’t hurt you with my emotional outburst last night.” She said kindly. She was only apologizing to save face and she hoped he wouldn't notice. 

“I am fine darling really, that was nothing from the torture I was subjected to daily.” He said in that same uncaring tone he would always use when he would joke of his trauma. She stared at him, her lips forming a small smile. She was still angry with him but she didn't want there to be a rift between them. He was still distracted by his dreams of just her last night. 

“You can feed on me tonight if you'd like.” She said softly, and he nodded. 

“I’ll see you tonight then my sweet.”

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The rest of the day he noticed Gale even more, he was also distracted about his late night daydream of Cazador running their little group and even more distracted by his trance of only Astara... Karlach was taking notice of how weird Astarian was acting, and decided during a short rest to approach Astara.

“Hey Soldier, you’re pretty close to Astarian.” She started. Astara looked mildly horrified.

“What gave you that idea?” She stammered. Karalah was confused. They had to be close, Astarian said he’d only drink her blood? She offers it to him every morning, every morning shadowheart or herself has to cast lesser restoration on her to fix how drained he leaves her every evening. Except this morning?

“Oh I just figured, with the whole blood situation…” Karlach said almost awkwardly, not sure where exactly this conversation would lead to now. Astara’s expression went back to normal. Relieved that no one had caught on to her feelings for Astarian yet. She was fine with people knowing about flirting with Gale, trying to find solace in Gale, a bit embarrassed by her overall feelings still for both men, this whole day, just like the days before, she would glance back at Astarian. Also seeing how distracted he seemed. She wondered, have I hurt his feelings by casting him out of her tent so violently. Even though he accepted her apology, did it remind him of Cazador? She felt guilty.

“I’m usually asleep during his late night visits but what is it?” She asked, trying not to sound too interested in what secrets Karlach could possibly hold. Karlach explained about how they hung out for a bit after she sent him flying. How quiet he got after her comment. Astara blushed when Karlach told her everyone thought highly of her. And spiraled at his silence before he abruptly left when Karlach accused him of liking Astara. 

“I will speak to him tonight, we will surely get to the bottom of this. We can't have our lives in danger because our rogue is too in his own head” Astara promised Karlach, almost excited now to stay up late again. Even if the thorn was still stuck and pricked. “I appreciate you,” She said before they set off again “No one has ever treated me with such kindness before, friend.” Astara admitted. Remembering her time at the brothel with her mother. 

Her mother never really wanted her, always ignored her but the brothel did keep her, only for chores at first. As she got older she began to help with the care of the other drow children the other women would have. Some half - drows like her. Some tieflings. Which is why she could never side with Minthara, no matter how it felt going against her own kin. Even as a bastard drow on drow crimes could be punishable by death under Loth. She wouldn't be the one to kill all the tiefling children at the grove. Not when Mol looked almost exactly like another little one she once looked after. 

The day dragged in the mountain pass, and they had a fight that they definitely had 0 business in attempting. She sighed, laying in her tent exhausted that evening. Contemplating waiting till morning, to try to discuss all of this with him. But this might not be something that could wait any longer. The more she was plagued with her own insecurities about their “friendship, fling?” who knows what she was to him at all. And she didn't want to care. But she couldn't help it. 

She did fall for his velvety tone. She sighed, her heart falling deeper into her stomach. For sure feeling as if she didn't mean anything to Gale since he continued to consider pleasing Mystra by blowing himself up. A heroic act at the end of the day. But a sacrifice that Astara did not wish to witness him make. She definitely won't be able to sit idly by as he just went and did this. 

That's when she started to hear footsteps approach her tent. 

He was surprised to find her lying there eyes fixated on the entrance to the tent. He contemplated what was next. Considering luring her into the woods again, maybe she just wanted his body again and that was that. Simple. She wants what everyone else wants from you. He reminded himself.

“Hello Beautiful,” He said, adding more honey to his tone than even he initially intended. She smiled weakly, knowing she was again falling for his scheme, whatever that was. Why was he doing this to me? Did he just enjoy watching others squabble over him? Did he like watching their brain seize, and pulse rage? “Awake again in the late hours? Waiting for me perhaps?” He cooed sitting at the edge of her cot. She sat up slowly. Her body surged with how close he was to her now. 

“Yes actually,” She whispered. Inching closer to him, her pulse raced even more. “I wanted to talk with you,” She started noting the sudden shock that settled over his face. He questioned every moment he spent within the group so far quickly in his mind before she spoke, breaking him out of it all. “Karlach said you seemed upset after I kicked you from my tent last night. She didn’t go deep into detail.” She lied. Hoping he wouldn't read that as he stared at her intently. 

“You have already apologized for that my dear, no need to continue to fret over it.” He started.

“Actually I think I do,” She interjected before he could finish. Before he could offer himself to her again, “You have told me a bit of your past, I should probably tell you of mine… So you might understand my intentions better.”

“Oh darling, I know what you want.” He cooed, inching closer to her. She shivered, her lips parted longing for him, but she was determined. She inched away a bit trying to calm herself, taking his hand gently in hers instead. He twitched, almost pulling it back. He liked to be the one in control but felt how quick her pulse was in her fingertips and decided he should listen first. And it did fill him a bit with an odd joy knowing she wasn’t touching Gale’s hand at this moment.

“I have spent my entire life in the underdark, locked away at the top of a tower at The Moonlight Lounge since I was old enough to care for myself. Left alone or with other children until they were sold to others, died of disease, neglect, or began working in the brothel below when they came of age… you already know that I am a half-drow bastard with odd powers earned from my fathers blood… but I do not know of him, he simply paid for my mother one evening before disappearing into the underdark never to be seen again��” She started staring up at the celestial tapestry above, again avoiding eye contact with him. The gears in his mind were oiled and the thorn he had pinged. “Living at The Moonlight Lounge…Taking care of others needs… is nothing new for me,” her thumb brushed over the top of his hand. “But moments like these are.'' She said flatly. “Moments like that night in the woods, parts of I'm not a complete stranger to, it’s not like I could have avoided following in my mothers footsteps… but…” The words stuck in her throat trying to admit this to him. He felt a wave of furry rush over him, how dare someone take her, force her into such acts. Far too beautiful to be treated like a common whore. Then he felt a pang of regret. He had used her in such a way. 

The same way he was taught to use everyone for Cazadors bidding. His mouth opened slightly and his eyes widened at the realization. His stupidity. Did I really read this all wrong?

“I threw you out of my tent last night, because I was too afraid to actually ask this before…” She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Forgive me… But did that night actually mean anything to you?” She said finally. He was taken aback. Does she know? “ Or was it merely a transaction for something?”  He pulled his hand away and looked down feeling ashamed a bit. 

What was he going to say now? He did not know what his true feelings even were anymore. He was ashamed he had thought so poorly of her, he was frustrated with her fascination with a lowly wizard, frustrated that she had felt fascination towards him too, what could I be to her? He was too fragile himself... He felt rage as he imagined Cazador taking her again. He didn’t know what this all meant. Maybe this was new for me too? He thought. Confused by everything that has happened, even more so than before. Was she using me now afterall?

“Why are you being unusually quiet now Astarian,” She demanded, her tone slightly rising now. “You have so much to say all the time and now, just silence?” She questioned as she started, glad he took his hand away feeling the heat from the night before oozing from her fingertips. Remembering that last line again she began, “Everyone's favorite line,” She was about to sling back at him. Her eyes began to glisten with the same fire that started to spark from her fingertips now. Almost daring herself to start saying all of his seductions back to him. Line for line. He felt the tension rise. 

“Enough,” he stopped her, before she could even start. “You are so frustrating,” He began, the thorn sinking deeper into his mind now, a strange fluttering of desire for her. “If you want me to leave all you must do is say so, I will go far away, hide from Cazador until this parasite turns me into a damned mind flayer.” He said, she rolled her eyes at his newly added theatrics. Sighing and trying to soften. 

“That’s not what I want Astarian,” She replied, staring intently at him, wishing for him to look at her now. She saw the shame spreading across his face. She was now confused even more? Was he ashamed of her now? Embarrassed by the bastard and on occasion whore she admitted to being now.

 He thought back to that night, he did realize now he did hold her more gently than he had the others. He would make sure she was comfortable as he would drink from her every evening. After what seemed like hours of silence he finally looked at her. Thinking there would be rage behind her eyes still, but there was just wonder, and what looked like sadness? Was she just as unsure about what this conversation was?

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I didn’t realize that night we spent together would twist us in such a way,” He smoothly spoke, he didn’t want to give too much away since he didn’t know his feelings anymore. Her heart sank deeper though, he surely regretted that evening then... She wasn't completely wrong. He did regret using her. But he did not regret spending that evening with her. “I assumed some things about you, I admit, but I did enjoy that evening, and…” He paused thinking about that evening again and ultimately decided “I wasn’t lying when I did say I wanted to hear you echo my name again.” He said slipping back into his own seduction tone for a moment, it did make her smile a little though, bringing a small breathless laugh from her lips. 

“Fair enough.” She replied breathlessly, somewhat satisfied with his apology. ‘We both grew up as burdens in our own right, abused by the ones around us, why would any connection be so simple?” She spoke softly now her words started to sit in his mind deeper as she began laying down, yawning, finally closing her eyes. His worries vanished before him as he watched her lie there quietly in the dim firelight. He remembered she had asked if he would like to feed. 

“May I?” He asked his lips now at the base of her ear as he now hovered above her, his own heart now softening as her scent was now stronger with as close as he was to her. She chuckled, glancing up at him over her shoulder and nodded as he now cradled her in his arms. She didn't realize how gentle he could be with her in the moment, she barely felt his lips on her neck as his fangs softly entered her flesh. She sharply breathed at the quick moment of pain before the venom on his teeth dulled the pain. And her body relaxed. He tasted the slight fire in her blood from earlier, he wondered why he could bring out such intensity from her. And why she also felt such intensity towards him. He stopped before she lost enough blood to lose consciousness. And she finally let one thing slip out before she fell into her bloodless slumber unable to hide from his insight as his body warmed with her blood.

“Never dangle those words in front of me again,” She said coldly. Drifting away. He didn't move from behind her. His expression turned to stone at the words she had just uttered knowing exactly which words she meant without him having to ask. He couldn’t move now. There was no way he could walk back over to his tent everytime he moved his eyes away from her his mind would flood with thoughts he didn't want to think of at this hour. As soon as he managed to compose himself, It was almost as if he had blinked and it was suddenly morning. He was still unable to move but didn't realize exactly why until he fully opened his eyes and started looking around. Did I think of that all night? He tried to move his right arm but it was dead weighted. 

He realized he was still in Astara’s tent. Did I spend my entire meditation thinking of HER? And Where even is…. He peered down his arm around her waist as he saw the top of her head under his chin. He went to move his legs. Trapped too. As her leg twisted around his. He squirmed for a moment, uncomfortable by this sudden closeness. He had made sure she slept a few inches from him when they spent the night together in the woods. Guilt washed over him again. Jeez it's not like I am disgusted by her. He inhaled deeply, smelling her all over him, maybe another nibble?, but unfortunately that woke her up.

She began to stretch but something was different this morning? Her neck ached a little as usual and she was filled with the unnatural tiredness that she would kindly ask one of the others to relieve her from. Her bed was harder than usual… She felt the hard abs of someone. Astarian? Surely not. She didn't dare open her eyes, she opted to twitch her fingers instead. Trying to prove that this was not her still dreaming. But sure enough, his cold flesh, the soft ruffles of his shirt. What was he still doing here? Her mind raced now. Her eyes now unable to remain shut as she quickly rolled off of him with the sudden realization. He gasped pretending to just now find himself awake too. Both of them successfully tricked each other. Now in a staring contest. Astarian listened with his vampire hearing for the others but they all were still asleep. It must be very early. He thought.

“What are you still doing here?” She whispered, catching her breath. He looked stunning in the morning. His hair was a bit more unkempt, the early morning sunrise kissing his pale skin… Gods… He stood quickly, his arm still a bit sore.

“I must’ve dozed off somehow,” He admitted. Kind of embarrassed of himself. She continued to stare at him breathlessly; she stepped closer to him and began to reach for him before a whistle caused her to break out of her trance and looked to the door of her tent as Gale started his morning whistle to his “spot” in the woods. “Until later my sweet,” He said, slipping out the door smirking. She stood there alone now. Even more unsure of where she stood with him. But she knew something was different now. Even if She didn't get to the bottom of anything. 

He had returned to his tent stealthy avoiding Gale, but not avoiding another. Wyll. His tent neighbor. Wyll looked at Astarian mildly shocked as he did his morning stretches, unsure of where he had just come from. Assuming he had been in his tent still that morning. Astarian didn't even bother with morning pleasantries as he was now in his tent going over every layer of what has happened since he held that dagger to her throat upon first meeting. He panicked when he realized even in that moment he had briefly thought of what it would be like to taste her blood smelling her so closely like that. His mind skipped to when he overheard Lae’zel ask to bed her. And decided then he needed to make some move in his favor to secure himself within the group before she had gotten too close to anyone of these other fools. 

He didn’t expect to think of that moment in the woods so often. To think of how her blood had tasted as he enjoyed the rest of her. How she wasn’t afraid of him as the others he used were. He could sense no fear in her eyes at any point when she looked at him. Not even that first meeting. He would have to apologize for using her that night too. Even though he was beginning to realize he did enjoy it even if he felt like he was forced to do it to keep his place here in camp due to his own twisted logic.His mind trailed back and forth as he paced his tent. Just as she had paced the beach just the night before. He knew solemnly he would have to admit something to her, but what is he going to admit? That I enjoy the taste of her blood. Absolutely. That her kindness always catches me off guard. Maybe? That there is something about the way her hand felt that was almost comforting? Surely not.Maybe she was tricking me now? She has caught on to my scheme and wants to use me to what end? Wait for the right price to give me up to one of the hunters Cazador sent out for me? He thought of what she had told him about herself. I am too good for someone of her class, the daughter of a whore, a bastard half-drow… He thought of her eyes now. The pure golden one, the liquid silver one. How her gaze would trace the expressions on his face as he would attempt to read the emotions behind them, neither of them coming to the full truth. She was good at hiding things, and now he knew why. He sighed sitting at his cot now. Hands brushing through his silvery curls. Admittedly wishing it was her tender hands and warm touch instead of his own cold rough hands. For now he decided he would stay close to her, to try to uncover more of her truths before revealing himself more to her.

[pumpkincentaur]

WIP INTRODUCTION: THE LADY DRESSED IN BLOOD

In the Alabaster Imperium, all those cursed with magic are property of the Emperor.

They are his soldiers, his servants, his stalwart tools of reign and rule.

But a storm brews beneath the Pale Throne, and the scales have just been tipped.

An orphan raised in a remote mountain village on the borders of the formidable Alabaster Imperium, Sevka was born with the uncanny ability to mold the flesh and bone of living things. But this power is no gift—Sevka is an Astara, or star-witch, cursed by the actions of a being that left the world long ago. By imperial decree, she should be the Emperor’s personal property. By religious doctrine, her tainted soul will vanish into nothingness the moment she dies instead of returning to the stars. But a curse laid by her mother—an Astara herself— before her death prevents Sevka from leaving the mountains, so she hides under the guise of a mundane healer, keeping her secret lest the people of her village kill her for it.

The Gods do not love the star-witches, after all, and neither do their people.

When a military incursion from across the border destroys Sevka’s village and forces her to reveal the true nature of her abilities in order to survive, she’s discovered by another Astara and the imperial military and taken to the Snow Palace, where the Imperium’s most powerful Astari live at the Emperor’s whim. There, she is taught to embrace her power as a gift... but a gilded cage is still a cage, and the luxuries of the palace cannot hide the Emperor’s intent to use his Astari as weapons in his fight to expand the Imperium across the world and back again.

Caught between her status as one of the most powerful Astari the world has ever seen, and the dire warnings of the bastard prince who serves beside her as the realm’s foremost living weapon, Sevka must choose a side. A bloodstained life of luxury earned through unquestioning obeisance, or an even bloodier path to freedom that will tear everything she knows asunder?

Whatever Sevka chooses, the world will pay the price. It always does, doesn’t it? That’s how the story always goes.

WIP INFORMATION

Genre: dark fantasy/romance

Series or Standalone: book 1 of 3 in the Fleshwitch trilogy

Expected Word Count: 120,000ish upon completion

WIP Page: here (also linked in the title above)

WIP Tag: #ldb

Themes & Tropes: the narrative as a prison | they’ve been dead since the beginning | imperialism | tragic heroes | villain protagonists | corruption arcs | black and grey morality | maybe if we tell it again they’ll be okay this time | (we know they’re not going to be okay this time or any other time but we’ll tell it again anyway)

More information under the cut. If you’d like to be added to the taglist for The Lady Dressed in Blood, please let me know, either by responding to this post or sending me an ask!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS, BABE E!!!!!!!!

Yes, it is I, your number one hyperactive knucklehead writeblr, with yet another WIP. I promise I’m serious about this one... like, for real. It’s something special, I think.

“But Delaney, what about UHT????” UHT still exists, it’s not gone from the blog, as you can see. It’s just... taking a nap. I’ve really been through it this year and took a good hard look at UHT, and in doing so I realized that it’s not the WIP I should be working on right now. It needs some serious work on a conceptual level that probably requires a bit more experience on my end, and so LDB is here to fill the gap.

And, God, I LOVE this project. It’s a love letter to tragic literature as well as what many supposedly-YA romances could be (THIS IS NOT YA. I REPEAT LDB IS NOT YA). It’s a treatise on the way stories work and the way telling a story is really just committing a murder and dragging the corpses around on a stage. It’s a promise of so much more to come, and a small, small piece of a very big world. It’s not the first step, but the next step, and we all know that the next step is the most important one a man can take...

But, this is my project for NaNoWriMo 2022!! It is here and oh boy I hope y’all are ready for it.

TRIGGER WARNING: It kind of says it on the tin, but, uh, the main protagonist of this series is pretty much a fleshbender. This is a dark fantasy project, and it’s going to have some triggering stuff in it. Said stuff includes: body horror, blood, gore, murder, death, manipulation, emotional and physical abuse, imperialism, war, and more. There will also be NSFW scenes that proooobably aren’t going to make it to Tumblr, but I’m undecided on that as of yet. As per usual, I’m not going to let anybody go into engaging with this project without warning them about the big stuff first. Any triggering or NSFW content relating to this project will of course be tagged appropriately.

[conlangcrab]

Dead Crab conlangs #8

Malierempa

(dictionary further down)

Aradhie - adj. Dry

Arel - n. Star.

Arelie - adj. "Of stars, star-shaped, starbound".

Aren - n. Sky, heavens.

Arennamie - adj. Pale-blue in color.

Arentul - n. Heavens, afterlife, lit. “Sky-country”.

Asalie - adj. Green.

Asko - v. To swim.

Askos - n. Swimmer.

Assa - n. Title, rank, position, nickname, mononym.

Asser - n. Sadness.

Asserie - adj. Sad.

Asso - v. To name, to give name to, to title, to call.

Astara - n. Hope, faith.

Astarabor.- n. Believer, who has faith.

Astaro - v. To hope, to have faith in.

Astaros - n. Priest, lit. “hopeful, faithful”.

Aster - pron. “Of hope”.

Astur - n. Camp, base, encampment.

Atrun - n. Stranger, unknown person; pron. Someone.

Auhur - n. Smell, scent.

Avart - n. Grass.

Ba - n. Lip.

Bado - v. To tell.

Bados - n. Storyteller, sage, poet. Oak (tree).

Bal- - part. adj. “Half, half of”.

Balartun - n. "Half stranger", person whose name you know but know little to nothing about.

Balasser - n. Light sadness, lit. "Half-sadness".

Balasserie - adj. Slightly sad, saddened.

Balberenie - adj. Lightly dressed, barely clothed, dressed in exposing clothing or half undressed/dressed, lit. "Half-naked".

Baldhen - n. "Halfroom", chamber between two rooms, a wardrobe, staffroom or corridor intersection.

Balerme - n. Short skirt, lit. "Half skirt".

Balgarf - n. Beastfolk, such as anthroi, fauns and taurs.

Balgo - v. To talk, to speak.

Balgyr - n. Harpy, lit. "Half bird".

Balt - n. Half.

Bannet - n. Rain.

Bannetwear - n. October, lit. “Rain month”.

Banno - v. To rain (used only for clouds), poet. To cry.

Batugenedh - n. Market, lit. “Selling square”.

Batuo - v. To sell, to barter.

Batwak - n. Merchant.

Bauko - v. To clean.

Befe - n. Mouth.

Beke - n. floor (of a room).

Belda - n. Attack.

Beldh - n. Field, grassland.

Beldo - v. To attack, to assault.

Belfan - n. Curtain, fog.

Belme - n. Book, a tome.

Belmes - n. Author.

Belmessie - adj. Unique, specific to someone’s craft, lit. “Author’s”.

Belt - n. Booklet, diary, novel, written or documented story.

Ben - n. Male, man, masculine animate.

-ben - part. n. “Man, he, male”.

Bend - n. Book.

Bendgwen - n. Library, lit. “Book house”.

Bendhen - n. Reading room, lit “book room”.

Bendho - v. To beat, to hit, to punch.

Benie - adj. Masculine, male. Berdhe - n. Page (of a book).

Berenie - adj. Nude, naked, bare.

Binie - adj. Small, tiny.

Bogdan - n. Coitus, sex (act of).

Bogo - v. To have sex.

Brede - n. Table, desk.

Buamo - v. To bounce.

Buamos - n. Ball.

Byn - n. Dot, speckle.

Cier - n. A stage play.

Cild - n. Family, kin, bloodline.

Cirion - n. Sport, play.

Dago - v. To walk on foot.

Darfie - adj. Alive, living, animated.

Daro - v. To close.

Daros - n. Lock, lit. “Closener”.

Darvo - v. To wear.

Ded - num. Two.

Dedie - adj. Second.

Dediella - n. Tuesday, lit. “Second day”.

Dediellig - n. Lunch, lit. “Second meal”.

Dedwear - n. April, lit. “Second month”.

Del- - part. adj. “Wooden, made of wood”.

Delmerymos - n. Carpenter, lit. “Wood-worker”.

Deledh - n. Flat land, field, plain, vale.

Delek - n. Mountain peak, horn.

Delie - adj. High, tall, lofty.

Deln - n. Gate.

Delt - n. Wood (material).

Denger - n. Beak.

Dengore - n. Guard, police, militia.

Dent - n. Garden.

Dentmerymos - n. Gardener, lit. "Garden worker".

Deol - n. Forest.

Deolie - adj. Covered in trees, forested (of areas).

Der - n. Foot.

Derde - n. Shoe.

Derge - n. Stain, mark.

Dermie - adj. Flat.

Dhara - n. Sibling.

Dharben - n. Brother. Dharie - adj. “Sibling’s”.

Dharkyl - n. Sister.

Dhel - n. Corner, bend of a road.

Dhem - n. Room.

Dho - v. To buy.

Didho - v. To taste (something).

Dob - n. Clothing.

Dobie - adj. Clothed, dressed up.

Doksa - num. Hundred.

Dom - n. Valley.

Domo - v. To roll, to fall down a slope.

Donie - adj. Curved.

Dor - n. Game, tournament, challenge.

Doro - v. To play.

Duk - n. floor (of a building, as in 2nd floor).

Dul - n. Hole, opening, piercing.

Dulo - v. To pierce, to open (forcefully), to make an opening.

Dunn - n. Grassy hill.

Durudh - num. Eight.

Dyr - n. Mountain.

Dyrias - n. Mountain range or are.

Dyrra - n. Nose.

Eakur - n. Snow.

Eakuro - n. To snow (used only for clouds).

Eakurwear - n. November, lit. “Snow month”.

Ealt - n. Sea, body of water fed by lakes.

Edhea - n. Hospital, lazarette.

Edhelo - v. To assist, to help.

Edhelos - n. Assistant, helper, satellite, companion.

Edho - v. To part with, to ally, to serve.

Edhos - n. Ally, friend (in official matters).

Eges - n. Neck.

Eko - v. To build, to rise from the ground, to establish, to construct.

Eiligie - adj. Slow.

Eldhe - n. Meaning, definition.

Eldhul - n. Realm, world, dimension.

Eldhun - n. Province, lordship.

Ele- - part. adj. “Noble, high”.

Elen - n. King.

Elepeldhen - n. Manor, noble house.

Elhor - n. Talent, innate ability.

Elie - adj. Good, well.

Elivear - n. July, lit. “Good month”.

Elt - n. World, realm, reality.

Elut - n. Noble.

Elucie - adj. Noble.

Em- - part. “Giving, assigning”.

Emel - n. Earth (as an element), ground, soil.

Emeldho - v. To define.

Emeldhuno - v. To make lord, to give land to rule over.

Emelo - v. To give blessing.

Emerie - adj. Quiet, hardly hearable.

Empan - n. Hill, mound.

Empeg - n. Cup, glass (for drinking), mug.

End - n. Store, shop.-end - part. n. “Store, shop, working/selling space”.

Ene - n. Child, descendant.

-ene - part. n. “Child of”.

Eneoth - n. Sun.

Enn - n. Door, gate.

Enog - n. Elbow.

Ent - n. Length.

Entie - adj. Long (in dimension), elongated.]

Entu - n. West.

Enun - n. Seed.

Eodho - v. To stop (someone/something).

Eon - n. God, deity.

Equi - n. Bone.

Erde - n. Money, currency.

Erdho - v. To sit, to take a seat, to sit down.

Erede  - n. Ring, halo, circle, radiance.

Eressie - adj. Happy, glad.

Erme - n. Skirt, dress.

Erted - n. Plate, dish.

Estim - n. Cheese.

Estita - n. Temperature.

Et(h)- - part. “Again, repeating”.

Etako - v. To rename.

Etano - v. To reinvent.

Etantivo - v. To retrain, to get rid of a bad habit by replacing it with a good one.

Etas - n. Noun, object.

Etasso - v. To give a new title to, to promote.

Etedhelo - v. To help by fixing one's own mistakes made in the previous attempt of help.

Etedho - v. To form an alliance again, to make peace after an argument, to become allies again.

Etemeldho - v. To redefine.

Etemeldhuno - v. To return the lord title to.

Etemelo - v. To lift a curse from.

Ethfuino - v. To reignite war, to reignite conflict.

Ethkaoro - v. Repaint.

Ethkeduo - v. To choose again, to vote again.

Ethkreno - v. To reconsider and redefine the limitations/rules.

Ethkulado - v. To relearn.

Ethpate - n. Rephrasing.

Ethpato - v. To rephrase, to retell, to tell, to repeat, to give a message.

Ethpatos - n. Reporter, messenger.

Ethpatuo - v. To resell.

Ethpeldo - v. To counterstrike, to attack again, to come for a second attack after a retreat (strategic).

Ethpendho - v. To hit repeatedly.

Ethpuamo - v. To ricochet.

Etred - n. Pants.

Etroi - n. Beer.

Ettomo - v. To reroll, to roll again, to try again.

Ettoro - v. To replay, to play again.

Ettulo - v. To reopen, to reconsider (a possibility).

Etwenus - n. Pattern, lit. “Repeating image”.

Etxeno - v. To regift, to pass the gift further.

Evlimie - adj. Cheap, of no great value, with little or no worth.

Fardie - adj. Big, large.

Fast - n. Binding, connection.

Faster - n. Wedding, lit. “Connecting”.

Fasto - n. To bind, to connect.

Fenie - adj. Beautiful.

Fenym - n. Suit (of clothing).

Fero - v. To smell (something), to sense scent.

Fert - n. Second (of time), moment.

Fina - n. Agility, youthful swiftness.

Finie - adj. Young, new.

Fred - n. Chin (bodypart).

Fuine - n. War, warfare. Fuino - v. To war.

Fyn - n. Youth.

Gafamerymos - n. Potter, clay worker.

Gafa(s) - n. Clay.

Gafie - adj. New, fresh.

Gafo - v. To renew, to refresh.

Gal- - part. adj. “Parent of, ancestor of”.

Galb - n. Father.

Galika - n. Mother.

Galu - n. Parent, ancestor.

Gand - num. arch. Four.

Gandalf - pron. Gandalf, lit. "Fourth wizard".

Gaora - n. Paint.

Gaoro - v. To paint (in one color).

Garf - n. Animal, a living thing.

Gartho - v. To explode.

Garossa - n. Bottle.

Gealt - n. Island.

Gean - num. Ten.

Geanded - num. Two.

Geanmin - num. Eleven.

Geanminvear - n. January, lit. “Eleventh month”.

Geannart - num. Thirteen.

Geanvear - n. December, lit. “Tenth month”.

Gede - n. Choice, vote. Gedelen - n. President, lit. “Chosen king”.

Geto - v. To smile.

Geduo - v. To choose, to vote.

Gedwe - n. Democratic minister, lit “chosen”.

Gefen - n. House, a building in which people live, sleep and eat.

Geka - n. Back (bodypart).

Gelas - n. Walled city (circular in most cases).

Gele - n. Head.

Gelme - n. Hat.

Gem - n. Spoon.

Gembu - prep. Forward, before, in front of.

Gempa - n. Arm.

Gend - num. Four.

Gendie - adj. Fourth.

Gendiella - n. Thursday, lit “fourth day”.

Genedh - n. Court, square (of a city).

Geno - v. To protect, to herald, to take hold of.

Genos -n. Protector, soldier, herald.

Genu - adj. Back; prep. Backward.

Genwe - n. Face.

Ger - n. Silver.

Gerae - n. Starlight, light shed by stars.

Gerest - n. Morning.

Gerimie - adj. Bright, light.

Geste - n. Shirt.

Gestur - n. Helmet.

Glario - v. To listen (to someone speaking).

Glaro - v. To hear.

Gobo - v. To smell, to stink.

Golar - n. Pig, boar.

Gole - n. Part, particle (of speech), fraction.

Golerf - n. Pork.

Gome - n. Crowd.

Gul - n. Circle.

Gulen - n. Egg.

Gor - n. Orange (fruit).

Gorie - adj. Orange.

Gorter - n. Orange tree.

Gost - n. Wonder, curiosity.

Gosto - v. To wonder.

Gostien - pron. “Curious”.

Grenve - n. Goose.

Gurad - n. Pocket.

Gurg - n. Box, chest.

Gurpe - n. Skin.

Gwegu - n. Raven.

Gwen - n. House, home.

Gwend - n. Painting (a piece of art done on something mobile), picture.

Gyr - n. Bird.

Hadh* - r. Out, outern, outside.

Hadhihun - n. Outside.

Hagda - n. Abandoned (someone), orphan.

Hagde - n. Abandonment, loneliness.

Hagdo - v. To abandon, to leave behind, to leave alone, to give solitude, to reject.

Hagdos - n. Rejector, traitor, who is unwelcome of guests, abandoner.

Hage - n. Protection, right, rule.

Hago - v. To tell otherwise, to protect someone, to stand against (an opinion), to take sides.

Hagos - n. Lawyer, witness.

Hakirie - adj. Rude, mean, unfriendly.

Han - n. Eye.

Hanhara - n. Monocle, lit. “Eye-glass”.

Hanharel - n. pl. Glasses, lit. “Eye-glasses”.

Hara - n. Glass.

Harak - n. arch. Ice.

Harg - n. Ice.

Hedde - n. Wall, fence.

Hedhea - n. arch. Hospital, lazarette.

Hedho - n. To heal, to treat (medically).

Hedhos - n. Doctor, healer.

Hefe - n. Bread.

Henie - adj. Generous, lit. “Giving”.

Henn - n. Soup, broth.

Heno - v. To give, to gift.

Henos - n. Gifter, giver.

Heos - n. Bed.

Heossendhen - n. Lit. Bedroom

Hepo - v. To jump, to leap.

Herrie - adj. Tall (of person’s height).

Hest - n. Chair.

Hielt - n. South.

Hielte - adj. Southern, left.

Hlufie - adj. Dirty, stained.

Hodie - adj. Beloved, loved, adored.

Hodo - v. To love.

Hodont - n. Love.

Hodos - n. Lover, beloved.

Homa - num. Thousand.

Horn - n. Hammer.

Hres - n. Ear.

Hudas - num. Billion.

Hulgwen - n. Theatre.

Hulo - v. To act, to pretend.

Hulos - n. Actor, pretender, liar, imposter.

Hun* - r. In, inside, inner.

Hunie - adj. Inner.

Huniste - n. Inside (of something).

Hunt - n. Statue, sculpture.

Hunto - v. To sculpt, to give form.

Huntend - n. Sculptor workshop.

Iedh - n. Fence, low wall.

Iefe - n. Apple.

Iefeter - n. Appletree.

Iener - n. Tail, cape (form of relief).

Ient - n. Bridge, crossing.

Ieon - n. Measuring unit of weight roughly equal to 112kg and thus 100 ronks.

Imbad - n. Square, a figure with angles equal to 90°.

Imbadie - adj. Square, with angles equal to 90°.

Imbado - v. To square, to multiply by itself.

Imo - v. To mix, to stir.

Ior - n. Cow.

Iorielf - n. Beef.

Iste - n. Part, side.

Ivro - v. To wake up, to awaken.

Kaero - v. To sign, to gesture, to point.

Kark - Sap, living organism liquids, bodily fluids. 

Kelvo - v. To shout, to cry out.

Kempe - n. Paper, papyrus.

Keori - n. Wave, roaring sea waves.

Ker - n. Shining, shine, glow.

K(e)r* - r. "Shining, of shine, glowing, star-like".

Kerie - adj. Shining.

Kero - v. To shine.

Kerselt - n. Diamond, lit. “Shining rock”.

Kilie - adj. Female, feminine.

Klunt - n. Weight.

Kol - n. Death.

Kolo - v. To die.

Kor - n. Secret, knowledge.

Korgwen - n. School, lit. “Knowledge house”.

Korie - adj. Secret, of deep or private knowledge.

Korihenos - n. Teacher, professor.

Koris - n. Secretary, secret keeper.

Korled - n. A secret passage, corridor.

Kren - n. The title for ministers.

Kreno - v. To limit, to control.

Krenos - n. Manager, controller, ruler, minister.

Krym - n. Sound, phoneme.

Kul* - r. “Hard, of hardness”.

Kulie - adj. Difficult, complex.

Kuladh - n. Student.

Kuladho - v. To learn.

Kuladhos - n. Student, learner.

Kupar - n. Town, village with a couple stone buildings.

Kuppo - v. To shake.

Kura - n. Study, exploration, known part of some area of knowledge or territory.

Kuro - v. To study, to explore.

Kuros - n. Explorer, scientist.

Kyl - n. Female, woman, feminine animate.

-kyl - part. n. “Female”.

La - n. Day (from midnight to midnight).

Ladhingwen - n. Hotel, inn, tavern, lit. “Staying house”.

Ladho - v. To remain/stay in the same place.

Lah - n. Matter, material.

Lahie - adj. Material, physical.

Lampa - n. Fish.

Lampamatos - pron. "Fishbane", a skilled whaler.

Lampo - v. To fish, to catch fish.

Lan - n. Moon.

Lanet - n. Race (of people).

Las - n. Moose.

Latan - n. Midday, noon, lit. “Day middle”.

Lenyt - n. Species (intelligent).

Led - n. Street.

Ledho - v. To climb (for surfaces steeper than 45°).

Lef - n. Meat.

-l(e)f - part. "Meat of".

Leg - n. Meal.

Leho - v. To touch.

Leme - n. Wing.

Lempie - adj. Straight.

Lenie - adj. Red.

Lenielf - n. Red meat.

Lerhie - adj. Deaf.

Lhan - n. arch. Old spelling of Lan.

Liar - n. Crown.

Liarie klunt - n. "Weight of a crown", responsibilities coming with power and rulership.

Limpo - v. To drink (any liquid).

Link - n. Cold.

Linkie - adj. Cold.

Linkmatos - n. arch. March, lit. "Cold-ender".

Lo - v. To go, to move, to walk, to swim, generic movement verb.

Log - n. Team, sport team, crew.

Lon - n. Grape.

Lonte - n. Player, participant. 

Lonym - n. Wine.

Los - n. Lion.

Loskie - adj. Brown.

Lost - n. Copper (metal).

Lostie - adj. Ginger (of hair), lit. “Coppery”.

Lue - n. Dog

Lugg - n. Horse.

Lum - n. Kiss, barely missed opportunity.

Lumo - v. To kiss.

Lun - n. Knee.

Lunt - n. Chamber, apartment, living quarters.

Lus - n. Space, cosmos, emptiness, vacuum.

Lusie - adj. Pink, lit. “Cosmic”, due to the color of the stars.

Lym - n. Lake, mountain lake.

-lyn - part. “Of, racial-adjective, language, craft.”

Lyst - n. Tube.

Maa - n. dim. Mommy, mother.

Mad - n. Letter (as a symbol), symbol, sign.

Mado - v. To write.

Mair - n. Laugh, laughing (act of).

Mairo - v. To laugh.

Mala - n. Energy, power, might.

Maladha - n. Coffee, lit. “energy”.

Malakyth - pron. "Mighty heir".

Malie - adj. Powerful, mighty.

Malo - v. To emit energy, to glow with might (of rulers).

Man - n. Adjective.

Manak - n. Measuring unit of length equal to 7mm.

Manar - adj. Blue.

Manie - adj. Descriptive.

Maro - v. To find.

Marrun - n. Group of people connected by common interests or goals, a company, a team, a club.

Mat - n. End, finish.

Macie - adj. Final, ending.

Mato - v. To end, to finish, to stop.

Matos - n. Ender, bane.

-matos - part. n. "Bane of, killer of, ender of".

Matwear - n. February, lit. “Last month”.

Mean - n. Treasure, wealth, deposit.

Meanlunt - n. Treasury, bank.

Mebe - n. Pen, specifically the dipping pen or fountain pen.

Medde - n. Food.

Meddie - adj. Edible.

Meddiegyr - n. Chicken, lit. “food bird”.

Megwe - n. Musical group of more than four people, musical band, a flock of birds.

Mehde - n. Prison.

Mehdo - v. To imprison, to hold as prisoner, to hold hostage.

Meie - adj. Good, well.

Mekyr - n. Knife.

Meld - n. Treasure, money, valuables.

Meldie - adj. Rich, with much wealth.

Melie - adj. Valuable, expensive.

Meme - n. Sheep.

Menda - n. Number.

Meolt - n. Dream, vision.

Meolto - v. To sleep.

Merde - n. Gold.

Merdie - adj. Golden

Mert - n. Health.

Merten - n. Medicine, lit. “Liquid health”.

Merie - adj. Healthy.

Merin - n. Lemon.

Merinter - n. Lemontree.

Merinie - adj. Yellow.

Meryma - n. Work, job, craft, art.

Merymend - n. Workshop.

Merymo - n. To work, to craft.

-merymos - part. n. “Worker”.

Moiko - v. To catch.

Mossie - adj. Soft, gentle.

Mulie - adj. Black.

Mura - n. Night.

Mylu - n. Juice (of fruit).

Min - num. One.

Minie - n. First.

Miniella - n. Monday, lit “first day”.

Miniellig - n. Breakfast, lit “first meal”.

Minvear - n. March lit. “first month”.

Myl - n. Jewel, precious thing.

Myste - n. Milk.

Nacio - v. To lose, to be defeated.

Nadda - n. Honey.

Nadie - adj. Nice, well, pretty.

Nag- - part. adj. "Without".

Nagmeldie - adj. Poor, with no wealth, lit. "Without wealth".

Nakar - n. Goat.

Naltie - adj. Strong (of physical prowess).

Nakmekyr - n. Fork, lit. “goat-knife”.

Nam - n. Color.

Namtold - n. Colorful metal (category).

Nan* - r. “Water, of water, liquid”.

Nanda - n. Water.

Nankrym - n. Vowel phoneme, lit. “Liquid sound”.

Nantyr - n. Fin (of a fish), fin-like form.

Nareg - n. Nature, living nature, spirit of life, breath of life.

Nart - num. Three.

Nartie - adj. Third.

Nartiella - n. Wednesday, lit. “third day”.

Nartiellid - n. Dinner, lit. “third meal”.

Nartwear - n. arch. “Third month, May”.

Nath - n. Defeat.

Nata - num. Nine.

Natie - adj. Ninth.

Natien - pron. “Ninth”, as a ninth child or ninth month, November.

Neadh - n. Wound, injury.

Nedda - n. Window, opening, gap.

Nedo - v. To open.

Nehant - n. Ravine, lit. “narrowing”.

Nehie - adj. Narrow.

Nemme - n. Claw, talon.

Nemo - v. To pass by.

Nemu - n. Body (physical form), torso.

Neogie - adj. Short (of height, including people), dwarfed, shrunken.

Neter - n. Victim.

Netero - v. To fall victim, to become victim.

Neto - v. To think, to discuss.

Nibie - adj. Weak (physical prowess), weak (in health).

Nigie - adj. Small, little.

Nintie - adj. Wet.

Nissie - adj. Sweaty.

Nistie - adj. Tight, well fitting.

Nistis - n. Tightness.

Noeg - num. Zero, null.

Noeg¹ - n. Nothing, emptiness.

Nor - n. Sand.

Nuin - n. Music.

Nuinglaro - v. To listen to music.

Nuinglaros - n. Music listener, music critic.

Nuino - v. To create or play music.

Nulnast - n. Stronghold, castle.

Nulnie - adj. Hard, solid.

Nulnkrym - n. Consonant phoeneme, lit. “Solid sound”.

Nulurra - n. Cart.

Nutemen - n. Math, lit. “Art of counting”.

Nuto - v. To count.

Nutos - n. Mathematician, lit. “Counter”.

Nympe - n. Soap, washing compounds.

Nyss - n. Sweat.

Nytamo - v. To feed, to give food to.

Nytamos - n. Feeder, one who feeds.

O - part. No, not, negative answer.

Odobie - adj. Without clothes, nude, lit. "Unclothed".

O(h)- - part. adj. “Not, without”.

Ofenie - adj. Ugly, hard to call beautiful, hideous.

Ogalt - n. Orphan, lit. "Without a parent". Ol - n. Fire.

Olie - adj. Unpleasantly hot, scorching, lit. “Fiery, burning”.

Olivear - n. August, lit. “Hot month”.

Olo - v. To burn (something), to burn (as in “a burning house”).

Olois - n. Cannon, gun, lit. “Fire tube”.

Ondel - n. Root (of a tree).

Ondob - n. Coat (clothing).

Onto - prep. Down, under.

Onteredh - n. Dungeon, lit. “Underground”.

Ont(o)- - part. “Under”.

Onulnie - n. Flaccid, soft, lit. "Not hard".

Oso - v. To turn, to spin, to rotate.

Paa - n. dim. Daddy, father.

Pardhe - n. Key.

Pede - n. Path, small unpaved road.

Pedekempe - n. Magazine, newspaper, lit. “Road paper”, as they were most usually sold on roads to keep travelers informed of the recent happenings.

Peldhen - n. Stone building, castle, house with stone walls.

Pello - v. To dwell, to inhabit a territory, to walk.

Pelon - n. Adult, matured individual.

Pelonie - adj. Mature, adult.

Pelt - n. Bar, dwelling, inn.

Persa - n. Document, contract, treaty, bill.

Pledho - v. To cook.

Pledhen - n. Kitchen, lit. “Cooking room".

Plento - v. To lay down.

Plutmerymos - n. Miner, lit. “Digging worker”.

Pluto - v. To dig, to mine.

Plyr - n. Crystal, mountain glass.

Pollianna - pron. “Rightful ruler”, queen of the 

Polie - adj. Rightful, as it should be.

Quar - n. Air.

Quato - v. To hang down, to hang.

Quea - n. Wind, breeze.

Queavear - n. September, lit. “Wind month”.

Quel - n. Town, ville.

Quen - n. Measuring unit of length equal to 70km and thus 700 rots.

Quest - n. Village.

Quosto - v. To follow, to track down.

Rabdas - n. Direction.

Ramb - num. Five.

Rambie - adj. Fifth.

Rambiella - n. Friday, lit “fifth day”.

Rapar - n. Finger/toe.

Rarie - adj. Thick, broad (of rivers), fat (of animate nouns), wide.

Raste - n. Belt.

Red - n. Year.

Refen - n. Farm.

Refenos - n. Farmer.

Refo - v. To farm, to produce.

-refos - part. n. "Farmer of".

Reido - v. To pay.

Rek - n. Fan, follower, adept.

Reko - v. To be a fan of, to like, to follow, to adore and be inspired by.

Remen - n. Mammal.

Remeno - v. To hunt, to prey on (only for mammals).

Rempa - n. Arc. Language.

Rempe - n. Tongue, language.

Rempo - n. To speak.

Reokie - adj. Warm, hot.

Reoquear - n. June, lit. “Warm month”.

Ressan - n. Tea.

Rest - n. Leaf.

Reul - n. Gold (poetic), lit. “blondness”.

Reulie - adj. Golden, blonde (of hair).

Ridhie - adj. Dusty, brown-colored, sprayed.

Rimo - v. To see, to notice.

Roged - n. Minute.

Roma - n. Time.

Romanor - n. Sands of time, hourglass.

Romie - adj. Heavy.

Romie¹ - adj. Lengthy (in time), lasting.

Ronad - n. Ship, boat. Rondo - n. Pencil.

Ronie - adj. Dark.

Ronk - n. Measuring unit of weight equal roughly to 1,13 kg.

Rot - n. Measuring unit of length equal to 700m and thus 1000 anats.

Ru - n. Pool, bathing place.

Ruar - n. Pain.

Ruarie - adj. Painful, excruciating.

Rubo - v. To run, to sprint, to gallop.

Rubu - n. Run, race (tournament).

Rud - n. Flower.

-rud - part. n . “Flower, flower of”.

Ruko - v. To draw (images or people).

Rumie - adj. Dark, shadowy, dull.

Rumpie - adj. Blind.

Ruprefos - n. Rabbit farmer, alt. Bird of prey.

Rupur - n. Rabbit.

Russa - n. Tooth.

Rydh - n. Dust.

Rygemie - adj. Thin.

Ryla - n. Singing (act of).

Ryma - n. Shoulder, rhyme, connection, link.

Ryn - n. Lake, pool, slower portion of the river.

Ryndie - adj. Swift, fast, quick.

Rynte - n. Musical instrument.

Ryv - n. Winter season.

Salga - n. Blood.

Sam - num. Seven. Samie - adj. Seventh.

Samiella - n. Sunday, lit. “Seventh day”.

Sanie - adj. Loose, freed, free.

Sekme - n. Poison, toxine.

Sekmo - v. To poison.

Selt - n. Pebble, rock, river stone.

Selg - n. Grave, tomb.

Selgiegelas - n. Graveyard, lit. "Tomb city".

Senym - n. City (composed of mainly stone buildings in the center and lesser, wooden ones around it, yet has no city walls).

Seolie - adj. Ill, unhealthy.

Seolis - n. Ill, patient.

Seotho - v. To push.

Set - n. Place, location.

Seuger - n. Illness, disease.

Seugergwen - n. Quarantine house, lit. "Ill house".

Siltie - adj. White.

Siltielf - n. White meat.

Sirmie - adj. Salty.

Sord - n. Gender, sex (trait).

Sto - v. To stand.

Styr - n. Muzzle, face.

Sulo - v. To sing.

Sulos - n. Singer.

Sulun - n. Eagle.

Sur - n. Blaze.

Suro - v. To blaze, to spit fire (for ignivomous creatures).

Surtur - n. Hell, lit. “Blazing land”.

Surg - n. Root (especially as edible).

Swele - n. Weapon.

Sykyr - n. Gem, precious stone.

Synvie - adj. Famous, well known, notorious.

Syrma - n. Salt.

Tana - n. Center, middle.

Ta(na)- - part. adj. “Mid, central”.

Tanaryv - n. January, lit. 

“Midwinter”.

Tano - v. To pull.

Tarussal - n. Upper front teeth (two central ones), lit. “central teeth”.

Tarve - n. Evening. Tarvie - adj. Late (as in time), late (of the evening).

Tea- - part. adj. “Great”.

Teagalu - n. Great ancestor, grandparent.

Teakor - n. Great knowledge, science.

Teakorgwen - n. University, college, lit. “Great school”.

Tealie - adj. Great, high.

Tealt - n. Greatness.

Temen - n. Art, art craft.

Teor - n. Cut.

Teoro - v. To cut.

Teorolt - n. Scissors.

Teredh - n. Ground, earth.

Terek - n. Tree.

-ter - part. n. “Tree of”.

-told d- part. n. “Metal, metal of”.

Told - n. Metal.

Tol- - part. adj. “Metallic, of metal”.

Tosk - n. Rat.

Tula - num. Million.

Tunte - n. Tool, instrument.

Tur - n. Land, country.

-tur - part. n. “Land of, land, country, territory”.

Turkempe - n. Map, lit. “Land paper”.

Turo - v. To throw, to hurl.

Tyr - n. Friend.

-tyr - part. n. “Friend of, friend”.

Uldo - v. To raise, to lift.

Uldos - n. Elevator.

Ule - n. Whisker.

Ullun - n. East.

Ulmunt - n. Sunrise, lit. "Eastening".

Ulmunto - n. To come (for the morning).

Ulno - v. To grow.

Ulud - n. Roof, cover.

Unom - n. Gift.

Unos - n. Ceiling.

Unkel - n. Spider.

Unkorie - adj. Light of weight.

-unt - part. n. “Land, biome, geographic territory which is not bound to one specific country”.

Unte - n. Religion, faith.

Untie - adj. Gray.

Unto - v. To pray.

Untold - n. Gray, colorless metals (category).

Untu - n. Stone.

Unune - n. Rice.

Urdie - adj. Bad, foul.

Urmanie - adj. Aged (in years, as in 200 years old, aged 200 years).

Uru - n. Drug, hallucinogen.

-ust - part. n. “Fortified town”, a walled town.

Usten - n. Week.

Vaecie - adj. Bound, married.

Vaeta - n. Bound, partner, husband/wife.

Valdhem - n. Office, lit. “Preparation room”.

Valo - v. To make ready, to prepare.

Valyn - n. Unintended movement to the beat, unmeant dancing.

Valynn - n. Dance.

Valynno - v. To dance.

Valynnos - n. Dancer.

Varyn - n. Cat.

Vas - n. Hour.

Vat - n. Marriage, union.

Vear - n. Month.

-vear - part. n. “Month, month of”.

Veln - n. Note (as in notation), remark, mark.

Venke - n. Beard.

Venor - n. Neighbor.

Venvie - adj. Dead, lit. “lost”.

Venvus - n. Picture, image, vision.

Veol - n. Beach, shore with sand.

Ver - n. Shore, where water and land meet.

Vesto - v. To hold, to carry.

Vestos - n. Bag.

Vibalberenio - v. To undress to the point of being half covered.

Vibelmessio - v. To make authentic, to make unique to the author, to claim authorship over.

Viberenio - v. To undress, to uncover, to expose.

Vibinio - v. To decrease in size, to make smaller, to reduce, to shrink.

Vidarfio - v. To animate, to give life to.

Videlio - v. To heighten, to give height to, to make tall.

Videolio - v. To forestate, to cover in forests.

Vidermio - v. To flatten, to level.

Vidobio - v. To dress up.

Vidonio - v. To curve, to bend.

Vieiligio - v. To slow down, to make lose speed.

Vielio - v. To make good, to make well done.

Vielucio - v. To make noble, to grant noble title.

Vifardio - v. To enlarge, to make big.

Vifenio - v. To make beautiful, to make pretty.

Vifinio - v. To rejuvenate, to make young again.

Vigerimio - v. To make bright, to brighten, to make glow.

Vigorio - v. To make orange, to heat until orange glow.

Vihakirio - v. To make one rude, to make one lose temper.

Vihenio - v. To make one generous.

Viherrio - v. To make tall, to increase height of.

Vihielte - v. To send south, to make southern, to make sissy and spoiled.

Vihlufio - v. To stain, to make dirty.

Vihunio - v. To make inner, to take in, to accept into society.

Vik - n. Promise.

Vikerio - v. To make shiny, to polish.

Vikie - adj. Promised.

Viko - v. To promise.

Vikorio - v. To make secret, to classify, to deny access to.

Vikulio - v. To make complex, to make artificially difficult, to make harder to understand/do.

Vi(l)- - part. v. "To turn, to make" (of adjectives, as in "to make white").

Viladeakurio - v. To cover in snow, to make wintery, tl give snow to.

Viladhandio - v. To make loud, to make thunderous.

Vilagadio - v. To shorten (in distance), to make shorter (in distance).

Vilahio - v. To make real, to materialize, to create out of nothing.

Vilamurie - v. To clean, to make clean or clear again, to wash.

Vilanurio - v. To make shallow, to simplify (concepts).

Vilaradhio. - v. To make dry, to wither, to dry.

Vilarelio - v. To make one star-like, to give blessing of stars.

Vilarennamio - v. To make sky-blue, to paint sky-blue.

Vilasalio - v. To make green, to paint green, to bloom.

Vilasserio - v. To sadden, to disappoint.

Vilemerio - v. To mute, to make one hardly hearable, to silence, to talk over.

Vilempio - v. To straighten, to make straight.

Vilenio - v. To make red, to blush (greatly), to make blush (greatly).

Vilentio - v. To elongate, to stretch, to lengthen, to make long, to erect.

Vileressio - v. To make one happy.

Vilerhio - v. To deafen, to leave one without notice of something.

Vilevlimio - v. To make cheap, to disvalue, to give discount on.

Vilinkio - v. To make cold, to cool down, to refrigerate.

Vilodobio - v. To undress.

Vilofenio - v. To make ugly, to scar.

Vilolio - v. To make scorching, to make hot, to heat till white glow.

Vilostio - v. To make ginger (of hair), to cover in copper.

Viloskio - v. To make brown, to paint 

brown, vulg. To cover in feces.

Vilsanio - v. To lose, to make loose, to free, to give freedom to.

Vilseolio - v. To make ill, to infect.

Vilsiltio - v. To whiten, to clean, to make white, to clear, to erase.

Vilsirmio - v. To salt, to make salty.

Vilsynvio - v. To make known, to fame.

Vilunkorio - v. To lighten (of weight), to make lighter (of weight), to lose weight.

Viluntio - v. To make gray, to paint gray, to leave without color.

Vilurdio - v. To make foul, to worsen.

Vilurmanio - v. To make old, to age, to turn older.

Vilusio - v. To make pink, to blush, to make blush.

Vilvaecio - v. To marry, to make married.

Vilvenvio - v. To lose, to make lost, to hide.

Vilvinio - v. To encell, to encase, to make core, to make base (of something).

Vilvulmio - v. To northern, to put in the North, to send to the north, to become skilled in survival.

Vilympio - v. To deepen, to make deep

Vimalio - v. To make mighty, to crown, to deem powerful, to call king, to woe.

Vimanario - v. To make blue, to paint blue.

Vimacio - v. To finalize, to make last, to leave one alone (alive).

Vimeddio - v. To make edible (again), to cook, to prepare (food), to make (food).

Vimeio - v. To make good, to make better.

Vimeldio - v. To make rich, to enrich, to saturate.

Vimelio - v. To make expensive, to make expensive through artificial scarcity.

Vimerdio - v. To make golden-colored, to cover in gold, to gild.

Vimerio - v. To make one healthy, to heal, to trait medically.

Vimerinio - v. To make yellow, to heat until yellowy-white light is emitted.

Vinadio - v. To make pretty, to make well.

Vinagmeldio - v. To steal from, go make poor, to make one lose riches.

Vinaltio - v. To make strong, to empower, to train physically, to increase athletic prowess.

Vinehio - v. To narrow down, to make narrow.

Vineogio - v. To shorten (in height), to dwarf, to make smaller or lower, to underestimate, to make or see as short (in height).

Vinibio - v. To weaken, to loosen, to make one lose power, to make weak.

Vinie - adj. Singular, cellular, nuclear, core.

Vinigio - v. To belittle, to make small, to degrade, to call immature.

Vinintio - v. To make wet, to make damp.

Vinulnio - v. To harden, to make hard, to make solid, to erect.

Vinystio - v. To tighten, to make well fitting, to tailor.

Vipelonio - v. To make adult, to become adult, to take or lose virginity.

Virario - v. To give water (to river, as via dam), to broaden.

Vireokio - v. To make hot, to make warm, to heat up, to warm up.

Vireulio - v. To make golden-colored, to blond, to discolor (of hair).

Viridio - v. To make dusty, to cover with dust, to let be covered in dust (by not dusting it).

Viromio - v. To make heavy, to fatten up, to add weight to.

Vironio - v. To darken, to make darker.

Virumio - v. To darken, to make dark.

Virumpio - v. To blind, to make blind, to deprive someone of information about some secret.

Virygemio - v. To make thin, to lose weight, to hunger.

Viryndio - v. To fasten, to accelerate, to make faster, to make swift.

Vitealio - v. To make great, to empower.

Volt - n. Fur, hide, fur wear.

Voltmerymos - n. Furrier, lit. “Fur worker”.

Vret - n. Leather.

Vulme - n. Hand.

Vulma - n. North.

Vulmie - adj. Northern, right (as in "right hand").

Vus - n. Bath.

Vussendhen - n. Lit. Bathroom.

Vyldio - v. To lower, to disgrace, to put below.

Vylvelt - n. Butter.

Vylveltie - adj. Buttery, oily.

Vylveltold - n. Lithium, lit. "Buttermetal" for its softness.

Vynta - n. Hair (on the head).

Yledie - adj. Low.

Ymp - n. Bottom.

Ympie - adj. Deep.

Ynga - n. Pigeon.

Yngen - n. Brain.

Yntunu - n. Alcoholic beverage.

Yro - num. Trillion.

Yssa - n. Science, study.

Ystel - n. Magic, secret craft.

[upwords1990]

Author Karen Vaughan

Dead on arrival (LAURA & GERRY MYSTERIES Book 1) Kindle Edition

#booktok #authorscommunity #booksie #mystery #murder #humor

by Karen Vaughan

[moodboards-or-cheese]

Hello!

My name is Sadie, but I’d rather go by Luna Astara, and I’m 15. I like to make moodboards for fun, and I’m happy to take any requests!

You don’t have to pay, I just find it fun and I like a challenge!

You can send a request for a name, aesthetic, idea, really anything! I’ll try my best, I’m not going to be perfect but dammit if my perfectionism won’t try. (You can also request a specific size!)

Have a good day!

I’ll link the moodboards below, please don’t take them and repost elsewhere, I worked hard on these, finding the right pictures, vibes, and making sure you couldn’t see any white from the canvas! Thank you! <3

Sadie

Luna•II

Books, music, and movies

Korah

Alex

Elvira

Happy Halloween!

Milky Way emoji 🌌

Astara

[astarascreator]

   I should start with Introducing this guy. Astaras, the Astral Demiurge. Quiet, smart, weird (potentially insane), does not act his (extremely ancient) age, and loves to create things.

  Astaras is from the Astral Plane, a higher dimensional reality that intersects all others, has a largely unknown history and likes to travel between universes, some you might even recognize, and see the worlds and people within. Usually ending up helping local protags in subtle and less-than-subtle ways. He tries to stay “out of the plot” as he puts it, as just jumping in and solving everything himself causes much, much worse things to happen, like reality itself will punish him for ruining the story. So he forces himself to be an eternal background character to everyone he meets. This does get to him sometimes.

   As a demiurge, a powerful creation entity, Astaras at full power has the power to create, warp and recreate basically anything with his book and pencil, his staff, or hands.  His general power’s reach varies depending on where he is. In astral space or his home that he created, he has functionally infinite cosmic power. In another universe his powers are reduced depending on the general meta-arcane energies of that universe.     Universes with fantastical forces like magic, unnatural physics, nonsense quantum-nano technology, or other things of that nature; Astaras powers can be formidable. However in more “realistic” universes, Astaras forms ranges from just a guy who seems to know a lot to an out-of-shape asthmatic nerd. 

[centersvewor]

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[artistic-lightcycle-tes]

Watching Lucien from The Void - part 2

Terenus: I don't like him. He's way too dramatic. Is he trying to be mysterious? Poser.

Astara: you are exactly like him.

Terenus: *inhale* excuse you???

[tanarosethewriter]

The Ama Rose Book Club

Book Quotes

The Woman In The Window, A.J. Finn

“Ad Astara Per Aspera” “Through adversity to the stars”

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[afi-mukami]

💘 - Favourite line from a fic/hc I've finished?

💀 - Least favourite character to write for?

👻 - Random fact about the writer?

😡 - One word you always spell wrong?

🤍 - Favourite writing trope?

🖤 - Least favourite writing trope?

Writer/Follower Ask Game

💘 - Favourite line from a fic/hc I've finished?

These are always so hard to pick up! But here is something anyway:

"As if Ruki didn’t get enough kicks from being the master. As if you didn’t."

From His Realm to Conquer. Please note that this fic is NSFW.

💀 - Least favourite character to write for?

Hmm... Do I have one? Maybe I do... but not in my current projects. I really struggled when I was writing my book Veden vaisto with Astara. I know that doesn't tell you anything and it's not even a fic. But anyway.

I love every character of mine, Astara too. But when I was writing Veden vaisto I was in a really bad place mentally and Astara kind of had something I had just lost. I hated her back then and writing her was a struggle because of that. I couldn't change the storyline anymore though because it was the third part of the series. So... I went through with it. And maybe it was good, maybe readers didn't see my struggles.

But now I'm okay again and I don't hate Astara anymore. She deserved what she got. 💖

👻 - Random fact about the writer?

I started writing when I was 7 years old.

😡 - One word you always spell wrong?

Fantasy... it always turns out as "fatnasy" for the first try. 🤣 And this can become I kind of a problem when you write about Final Fantasy series quite a lot...

There are probably some Finnish words too, but now I can't remember any... 😅

🤍 - Favourite writing trope?

Gosh! I don't know! I love kabedon scenes 😳 but I haven't written too many of those.

I don't know if I use tropes that much, at least knowingly. I don't actually think about these things too much when I write, I kind of go with the flow, and sometimes there are tropes in my stories, sometimes not so many... I think.

Oh, now I know! I really love writing situations when the couple needs to be close to each other for some reason, like hiding in a closet or something. But I haven't written that one either for the longest time... maybe I should... hmm...

And I like when the love interest saves the MC. I know it's more like a cliche and that not everybody loves that... but I can't help what I like, I guess.

Oh, and I don't know if it's a trope or not... but I totally love strong and dominant female love interests when the MC is also a woman... 😘

And... good girl & bad boy combination. 😳

🖤 - Least favourite writing trope?

Waah! What could it be? There is probably something but nothing comes to my mind!

I guess this is more of a cliche than a trope but sometimes I find it boring if a romance story ends with marriage and kids. I mean... it's fine but it's so common, so sometimes I wish more fresh good endings.

Though sometimes marriage and kids feel just right, so... I don't know. 😂 And I totally have written a couple of those too... but not all my endings are like that.

[acandrewswriter]

An LGBTQ+ Epic Fantasy

An epic fantasy tale with gods, vampires, ghosts, magic, and more:

Gay, transmasc, and non-binary protagonists

MM romance

Dark fantasy

Vibrant worldbuilding and intense action!

Available in Kindle Unlimited!

Books I and II available now!

Descent of Ravens (Book I of Bel’s War)

The old covenant of the gods is broken. Will the world break, too? When an army of vampires invades the island of Trosika, Rio and Turi must fight for their future. Rio is a healer and a priest of Astara who suffers severe self-doubt and a growing crisis of faith; even his goddess cannot stop the forces arrayed against them. Turi has long buried a secret about himself that he fears could upend everything. 

When Rio unseals a centuries-old tomb, releasing the night-cursed prince Philip, he discovers that he has a bond with Philip that stretches across lifetimes. As Turi grapples with his secrets, he is recruited by the terrifying goddess Mormo and gifted with necromancy for reasons he does not understand. 

Rio and Turi must contend with bloodthirsty mages, battle an endless army of vampires, and confront the truth of who Turi truly is; most of all, they must rely on their unshakable friendship to survive. As they struggle to protect each other, their religion, and their island home, the fate of an empire hangs in the balance. 

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Will of Dragons (Book II of Bel’s War)

About Book II:  

Evil hides beneath armor of gleaming white.  

The new civil war has cracked the empire apart as Turi and Rio race to gather allies against Clan Ishima’s brutality. The enemy is ten steps ahead, and Turi is pushed to his limit to stop the evil a corrupted paladin order has unleashed. 

Demari, finally fulfilling a lifelong dream at sea with his brother, finds himself recruited into the designs of a goddess and soul-bound to a man he barely knows. In the fight for supremacy in the empire’s waters, Demari’s newfound power and connection will alter the course of the war and change his life forever. 

 Meanwhile, back on Trosika the new empress, Sarina Marias, faces betrayal, ancient magic, and intrigue as Ishima agents make their next move to control the island. When fate brings her face to face with the God of War, can she match her will to his?

What readers are saying about Book I, Descent of Ravens:

"A veritable buffet of the paranormal, and I haven't even started on the MCs yet. Suffice as to say that I've given the story five hearts - I loved them too." - Reviewed by Taylin Clavelli for Love Bytes

"Descent of Ravens is a sweeping epic fantasy that is a roller coaster of emotion. ...The sweeping tale embraces high fantasy and runs with it, creating a richly detailed world in which a reader can immerse themselves." - Reviewed by Kris for Joyfully Jay LGBTQ Romance Reviews

"An exhilarating tale . . . set in a richly imagined world."—Independent Book Review

"Andrews crafts a sleek series opener bolstered by consistent action, a straightforward magic system, and strong LGBTQ+ representation. . . .A crafty, well-paced LGBTQ+ fantasy series opener."—Kirkus Reviews

"AC Andrews' DESCENT OF RAVENS is skillful, splendid storytelling. ...a near-perfect fantasy featuring superb world-building and excellent storytelling that will be compelling for any audience that enjoys epic fantasy. "—Ellen Graham for IndieReader

"An original and identity-affirming tale, Descent of Ravens is a dark and masterful YA novel. The combination of classic fantasy elements and contemporary cultural themes results in a thought-provoking and norm-challenging story that is both deeply intimate and broadly appealing." —Self-Publishing Review, ★★★★½

"The holy grail of fantasy for the m/m /lgbtq sub-genre. ... this one is in my top 5 books for the year." - Boyslove, Goodreads Reviewer

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"Exciting, fast flowing and extremely well written. A.C. Andrews has created a world and mythology infused with a rich history." - Mark Lucas-Taylor, Goodreads Reviewer

Cover Art: Sleepy Fox Studio

[areiton]

Cap-Ironman Rec Week - Friday

First Five Stony Fic I Read: 

open field in front of him by orphan_account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.  

hold your fire by JenTheSweetie

He watched Tony eat an entire steak and listened to him talk about the work he was doing on the Milano while he downed glass after glass of expensive scotch. Just as Steve was about to suggest they head back to the jet, Tony finished his last glass, put it down firmly, and said, "I want to blow you."

Steve stared at him.

"Let's get a hotel room," Tony said, like that was that, and somehow - and Steve never could explain how, not then and not now and not later - it was.

stay with me (home is where your mind is) by sara_holmes  

Where Steve doesn’t quite die, ends up stranded in the multiverse and would quite like to know how the hell so many versions of himself ended up sleeping with Tony Stark. Well, that’s going to make things a tad awkward when he gets home.  

feel whole again by thepartyresponsible

Steve turns to leave. It’s easier to talk, somehow, when he’s not looking at him. “If you need anything,” he says, “I’m just a few floors down.”

“Might regret that, Cap,” Tony says to his retreating back. “I’ve been told I’m needy.”

Steve doesn’t know who the hell said that to Tony. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

“It’s an honor,” he says, a little helpless, out of his depth and out of his time. “It’s an honor to be trusted with something like that, Tony.”

lost boy by NotEvenCloseToStraight

Steve has eight weeks to finish studying for and pass his bar exam. And its going rather well, until 20 year old boy genius Tony walks into the same library, and sits at the same table.  Steve doesn't usually go for kids like Tony- young and irresponsible, ripped jeans and eye liner, and a tongue ring that is way more distracting that it should be.  Oh, and Tony is high as a kite, studying his physics text book.  Steve should look away, but he cant stop staring, and Tony is staring right back, more than a little interested in the serious blonde with the cute glasses and big shoulders pushing against that button up.  A stand up guy like Steve could be good for a troubled kid like Tony. But maybe a punk kid like Tony is good for a guy like Steve as well.

First Five Stony Fics I Wrote: 

tastes like sugar (ashes on my lips) 3k 

“Bananas taste wrong,” he says, contemplatively staring.

Tony snorts and finishes his half of the sandwich. “That whole thing tasted wrong, Cap.”

border state 400 

They exist in the in-between 

ad astara - 21k

The first time he kissed Tony Stark, the stars danced overhead.

smeared glitter - 907 

There’s glitter on their dark blue sheets.

Glitter on his face, caught in his beard and starlight bright in dark hair he still dyes with a fanatic insistence. 

wonderland - 34k

Six weeks after being abandoned in Siberia, Tony wakes in a Tower, next to the man who broke his heart and his trust. But the world--whatever Wonderland world they’ve landed in--isn’t like their own. The Avengers are happy here. Tony and Steve are married here. With a direct line to Steve’s emotions and the team that he’s always wanted--Tony is more than a little tempted to stay. Seeing how happy Tony is, how healthy Bucky is--Steve doesn’t disagree. But there are cracks in Wonderland and the shiny paint peeling might leave a nightmare behind--one that Tony and Steve will need each other more than ever, to escape.  

[robotslenderman]

Dark Brotherhood Notes: General Information from the 2nd Era

Master post

This covers only information directly uncovered in the DLC; I didn’t go out of my way to find books or anything. Feel free to add stuff in the notes if you want, and I’ll add it here and credit so people can find it later.

According to Terenus it’s been really difficult for the Brotherhood to get a foothold in Vvardenfell, but he doesn’t say why. One would think it’s due to the Morag Tong, but mainland Morrowind doesn’t seem to be an issue.

Speakers don’t ask clients why they want someone assassinated.

According to Astara, it’s general practice for Brotherhood assassins, at least in the Gold Coast Sanctuary, not to discuss the past. However, some members are still open about it by their own accord.

Assassins killed by the Black Dragon include Van and Durisa. Later on we find out there’s another one, Symdul, who was killed the week before Cimbar, but nobody mentions him at all. No indication is given as to why -- it can’t be that he was new, as Van was and people still mentioned him anyway.

It’s not typical for assassins to die on the field, as Astara notes, which was why the Brotherhood was so alarmed as to get three in a row.

The Gold Coast Sanctuary was made after the Kvatch Sanctuary had structural issues; a wall of the Speaker’s bedchamber collapsed into a massive natural cavern. It happened a long time ago, but presuming that the Gold Coast Sanctuary was established right after, then Astara and Elam, at least, would have been in the Brotherhood at the time.

The Black Sacrament is legal in the Gold Coast.

Cimbar was the first member of the Dark Brotherhood to be captured alive and tortured, but the loading screen for the estate he was held in notes that screams have been heard from there before.

This Sanctuary doesn’t seem overly religious towards the Night Mother/Sithis, or even that religious at all. While 4E Falkreath openly mocks the DB’s religion, and 3E Cheydinhal’s seems intensely religious, most of the Sanctuary seems rather indifferent to the Night Mother, and indifferent to Family members worshipping someone else, such as Hildegard’s worship of the Eight -- excepting possibly Astara. (See “Astara” for more information on this.)

The dining hall in the Gold Coast Sanctuary is big enough that the Sanctuary might have quite a few visitors over at a time. This, or the Dark Brotherhood has more members in the Sanctuary than we actually see. (See “Elam Drals” for more information on this.)

Someone in the Sanctuary either fishes and hunts rabbits and pheasants, or buys the corpses, as you can find them strung up in the kitchen.

[upwords1990]

Author Karen Vaughan

Dead on arrival (LAURA & GERRY MYSTERIES Book 1) Kindle Edition

#booktok #authorscommunity #booksie #mystery #murder #humor

by Karen Vaughan

[cuteavocadlz]

:: EQUILIBRIUM: HISTORY ::

Ostara - spring holiday Wheels of the year, mid-spring, a holiday of balance, when the day is equal in duration to night, falls on the spring equinox on March 20-21

In the Wiccan tradition, the Goddess becomes younger on this holiday, restores her virginity, and before Beltain appears in the hypostasis of the Virgin, together with God, who by this time is growing up and becoming a young man.

The name of Ostar is associated with the German or Anglo-German goddess Eostre (Istre), which is what the Bad Honorable tells us in the book “De Ratione Tmporum” - he was the first to declare that Easter was named after her.

Larry Bamler writes that the goddess known as Ostara, Ostara, Ostern, Eostra, Eostra, Eostur, Eastra, Eustur, Austron, Ausos was the goddess of dawn and fertility among the northern European peoples, and her name comes from the archaic word for spring - "Eastre". It is believed that her name has common roots with the names of Astrea, Astarte, Astghik (Armenia), Atargatis, Ishtar, Ashtoret and Eos., Thus gaining associations with the morning light, eastern direction, the beginning and the "morning star" - the planet Venus. In addition, the peoples of the Mediterranean region at the vernal equinox had celebrations associated with the resurrection and / or return to the world of living male companions of the mother goddesses: Attis, Adonis, Astara, Tammuz-Dumuzi (in the latter case, a later cycle of myths) and etc., which also meant the spring revival of nature.

There is no evidence that the vernal equinox (just like the vernal equinox and both solstices, that is, the fixed "cross" of the Wheel) was celebrated by the Celts. However, since the Celts used the solar-lunar calendar, there is no doubt that these annual points were known to them.

The holiday is associated with spring, the awakening of the earth, the first herbs and flowers, the first sap flow of trees, the first sprouts in the fields, the beginning of agricultural work - depending on the climatic zone. Most likely Ostar is the goddess of the earth and plants, earthly fertility, seeds, sprouts and growth in general, the calendar goddess - marking the beginning of agricultural work with her appearance. It has little connection with human fertility - for the most part with earthly fertility, which can be clearly seen in the preserved rites: there are almost no customs associated with the fertility of people and animals, but very many - associated with plants, with a ritual return of fertility to trees and fields. In this calendar period, people and animals were predominantly cleansed of the “filth of winter”, of the breath of death that could touch them while winter ruled the world (smoke, jumping over fire, throwing fire arrows, fire circles and wheels, dousing with water, etc. .), and carried out a wide variety of ritual actions designed to protect them from disease.

In addition, we must remember that among many ancient peoples, the year was counted from spring, so the spring ritual - in some respects, is also New Year's.

There is not too much information left about the celebration of the equinox in the pagan period, and the rites, most likely conducted in a single inextricable cycle, were somewhat “blurred” in time in the Christian period, so now fragments of them can be found both in the spring carnivals before Lent and in celebration Annunciation, and in Christian Easter itself. So you should always remember that the traditions, now divided by seven lean weeks, were merged into a single spring holiday cycle, very rich in customs and rituals.

The vernal equinox is almost universally perceived as a celebration of the beginning of spring and the "opening of the earth." Depending on the climatic zone, it was believed that this day either finally ends the winter and begins the spring, in others, where it is colder, it was believed that on this day the spring wins the winter, but has not yet driven it away. In the Christian tradition, this holiday shifted somewhat relative to the astronomical point (as well as the other fixed solar festivals), and was replaced by the Annunciation - the holiday falling on March 25 (April 7 n.a.). This holiday is very popular among Greeks, Southern Slavs, Romanians, Albanians. For many peoples, the year was counted from the vernal equinox, and therefore was accompanied by numerous ceremonies and magical actions, special importance was attached to red (the color of life) or a combination of red and white - the colors of life and death, summer and winter, etc. In Hutsuls, it is believed that red and white are the colors of blood and milk, and in March children are fed with blood of goats or lambs mixed with milk - so that they grow strong and do not get sick.

By the way, beliefs are also connected with the same day that unclean forces reappear on the earth (they are no longer afraid to freeze), and at the same time bears and brownies wake up (games were held to “wake up the bear”, and treats were offered for the brownie). Where the bees were reared, apiary was fouled with herbs, or (in a warmer climate) the first swarm was celebrated.