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Jul. 29th, 2022 11:25 amsnippet post, my writing, meet death sitting, morvran voorhis, indirect mention of animal harm
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so i didn’t get to look at my computer for three or four days in there, really, so apologies if i missed anything
but i had a couple of people ask me things about the greater MDS timeline and the specifics of a couple of the chapters, and also someone sent me a timeline they’d put together, and I have a timeline I’ve put together I’d love to make into a thing I can post somewhere and I just don’t know what format to make it be. So. I will do something, I think it’d be helpful for me and for everybody, but I just am not sure how. I currently have stuff in a google doc but i don’t want to just share that. I think I just want to make a graphic. so I should think about that I guess.
It is Friday and I would like to post another update but actually nothing is ready. I have accidentally bled off a ton of time onto a side project that is nearly but not quite done, and needs a bunch more work to make into a thing I can share. And then I have a ton of stuff written for other bits of timeline, but nothing is quite scraped into coherence. To say I’ve been a bit scattered is to uhhh severely understate the matter.
but I have this weekend off, ostensibly, so we’ll see what progress I can make. (Ostensibly. I may have to come in to this office job; someone appointed herself to my department while I was gone and seems to have broken some of my equipment, and i feel like the only way to resolve that is to come and talk to her during the times she works, which are on the weekend.)
anyway i will have something to post soon, i’m not beating myself up or anything, i just have things i’m eager to share and i’m disappointed they’re not ready to share. how dare they not have beaten themselves into shape while i was busy elsewhere!!
here’s a snippet I guess. let’s see.
yeah, not sure where this is going but I wanted to go back and tell some of Morvran and Ciri’s early meetings, when he was in charge of the escort bringing her from White Orchard to Nilfgaard.
Captain Tiron Hesner leaned his shoulder against Morvran’s to murmur in his ear. “That princess is something.” They were between their horses, Morvran checking the girths, so there was little chance anyone would see or hear, but Morvran still looked nervously around.
“Had you any doubt?” he murmured in return.
“That northern fashion for trousers is almost enough to turn my head,” Tiron went on, and Morvran elbowed him. Tiron wasn’t shy about his proclivities, and Morvran almost regretted turning him down because everyone who didn’t seemed to have so much fun– but there wasn’t much point, he didn’t seem to have the inclination himself, and he rather thought that was a prerequisite. “What!” Tiron yelped quietly. “Don’t tell me that leaves you cold too?”
“I wouldn’t say cold,” Morvran said mildly. While it was objectively true that the Crown Princess was a woman with a shapely figure, long and lean and muscular, he had never been much moved by shapely figures of any variety; what he found captivating in her was that she was a very good rider, though not particularly well-tutored. She was simply a very naturally-gifted athlete, and had been very well trained in general at controlling her balance and using her momentum. He had little doubt she was a superlative swordswoman and was likely talented at any physical activity she wanted to put her mind to.
Whether her trousers were filled out to a certain shape or not was of little interest to him beyond the basic considerations of what type of saddle he ought to ensure she had for her use. She was riding one of his horses. He’d known better than to expect her to choose his mannerly palfrey: Cirilla had chosen Rheydin, Morvran’s actual war horse. He was a larger horse than she needed for her slight weight, but he was willing and spirited and she seemed to be finding him satisfactory. Selfishly, Morvran was glad she didn’t seem to be teaching him any terrible habits, except that she’d utterly broken him of his tendency to find the most unexceptional path and had taken to getting him to jump over every obstacle that was feasible. Didn’t do him much harm to be bolder, Morvran thought, now that he was the horse Morvran had left to use in actual battles. (Your picture was not posted)
