tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484 the offshoots Yrae Chronicles 2025-04-27T03:46:34Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:315705 Annarti 2025-04-27T03:46:34Z 2025-04-27T03:46:34Z devastated public 0 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/'><b>annarti</b></a></span><br /><br />RIP <em>Silent Harmony</em>.<br /><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/193299.html">30 January 2003</a> - <a href="https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/1122924.html">6 August 2024</a><br /><br />I'm sorry it's taken so long to bury you. I'm sorry it took so long to realise you were dead.<br /><br />Nimay, Yamin, Nol: Rest in peace. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you alive on my own. I tried. I promise, I tried. For almost four years I wrote in silence, wrote in hope. I asked for help; I begged for help. I can't do this alone. I tried so hard to write without hope of ever being read, but I can't do it. I can't put my heart and soul and hours and years of my life into something nobody will ever look at. I tried so hard, but it hurts too much. I've cried for you half a dozen times this year alone. I'm sure I will dozens more. Hopefully the mourning will become easier with time. Hopefully I can stop feeling resentment towards those who let you die.<br /><br />I wish someone would have helped.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=315705" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:296221 Annarti 2023-10-16T10:41:34Z 2025-04-27T02:27:06Z <em>have you been paying attention?</em> mellow public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/'><b>annarti</b></a></span><br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/296221.html#cutid1">Wildlife Fact File: 025 White-Crowned Shingleback</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br />The white-crowned shingleback, which is not a particularly dangerous snake. Its bite makes you sick for like a day then you're fine. Bit longer for the particularly young or particularly old but nobody's ever died after being bitten by one.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=296221" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:287727 Annarti 2023-03-08T11:56:20Z 2023-03-08T11:56:20Z <em>barryisstreaming</em> plays hades artistic public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/'><b>annarti</b></a></span><br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/287727.html#cutid1">King's Own</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br />I'm so pleased I made them all seated :D This is what I had in my head when I started. I love how they all came out, my boys! I love the character in their poses, which was the main reason I drew them sitting (final reason being it fits best in the top right corner of the page where they go in the Big Book of Stuff). I love how their clothing came out and the contrasts between the showffs and those who'd rather just sit on the sidelines; between Kaen and Rumal, especially. Both are absolutely 100% flaunting their wealth, but Kaen's SO much classier about it. The archers scrubbing themselves up under their royal new recruit's influence. Anganur, Ulkar and Kaen, my brick shithouses, toll-u and lanky Gylepi and Yoryl Noodlearm... I'm just so happy with all these boys.<br /><br />Particular shoutouts to Cassie, who's been so long since she posted I completely forget her username on DW, for helping me so much with these boys. From help on how to specifically improve faces or poses, to redlining Kaen's face to make him less freshfaced 20-year-old and more maaaaan, to general 'y'know you can totally do feet better, stop cheating on them' pushes. She makes me so much better :&lt;<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___2" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/287727.html#cutid2">King's Own Makakis</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___2" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br />This'd work better if they were in a scene but that'd mean drawing a scene annnnnd I can't be bothered. They're starting to look like a real species now, though, pleased about that! When I get all the character art done I'll be moving onto kingdom art, which will include wildlife, and I plan to do a full, detailed set on drawing them. How their heads work, feet, exactly where the angles on the back go. Like some of these guys are pretty flat-footed on the front feet while others are more up on their toes, be good to standardise that kind of thing. Working through them like this <em>before</em> doing that makaki design sheet works for me, tho, because this is how I've been figuring out how I want to draw them. Some of their necks are too short. Big beefy destrier chests are fun, too, especially compared with their boney little butts.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___3" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/287727.html#cutid3">King's Own Swords</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___3" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br />Lefties represent XD I've also added Nimay's and Nol's to this one, Nimay's entirely unchanged except to give it the curved blade, Nol the same plus I've given him a more detailed guard, which was the obvious place to put some royal swirlies.<br /><br />YAY THEY'RE DONE!<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=287727" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:283307 Annarti 2022-04-17T10:21:11Z 2022-07-29T12:50:59Z <em>bridgerton</em> artistic public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://annarti.dreamwidth.org/'><b>annarti</b></a></span><br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/283307.html#cutid1">Assili Redraw</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br />Decided it was about time I gave my Kazinians some of the fabulous makeup I've been wanting to do, so here's Assili :D She's also got a more filigreed circlet than before because I enjoy torturing myself with overly detailed jewellery. Assili also prefers workmanship in the form of delicate gold rather than showstopping feathers, a character preference I'm seriously recinsidering but gosh she does look pretty with it all.<br /><br />Comparisons, both with the old and with no makeup:<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___2" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/283307.html#cutid2">comparisons</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___2" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=283307" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:266623 ext_109644 2018-11-29T22:07:00Z 2018-11-29T22:07:00Z <em>you only live once</em> ~ the strokes proud public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twenty-Ninth Birthday</h2><br />A mild tropical breeze wafted down over Freetown, carrying the spice of the island’s cinnamon and clove forests and the electric tang of a storm, as yet unseen, but always on the horizon at this time of an afternoon. A Llayan guitarist played at the corner of the Kazinian-styled bar, lilting voice singing in the praises of her homeland in Tsaythi.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/266623.html#cutid1">1493 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=266623" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:266301 ext_109644 2018-11-29T18:42:00Z 2018-11-29T18:42:00Z <em>spirals</em> ~ slowheal sad public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twenty-Eighth Birthday</h2><br />Tu wouldn’t let them leave right away. She insisted on showing Sen around the islands properly. She would, after all, be ruling these islands in a year or so.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/266301.html#cutid1">2597 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=266301" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:266075 ext_109644 2018-11-28T19:54:00Z 2018-11-28T19:54:00Z game grumps play beefed up zelda creative public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twenty-Seventh Birthday</h2><br />The sky was suitably dark when the <em>Red Cacao</em> and <em>Cocoa Black</em> sailed into Freetown. The sea was steely grey and white-capped and Sen could see the dark smudge of a storm on the western horizon. The <em>Orana</em> was in port, rocking against the most favoured of the docks, closest to the centre of town. Behind it, palm trees whipped back and forth in the stiffening wind.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/266075.html#cutid1">1955 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=266075" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:265775 ext_109644 2018-11-27T22:10:00Z 2018-11-27T22:10:00Z <em>push</em> ~ benji lewis sleepy public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twenty-Sixth Birthday</h2><br />Sen and Kaiji tried to celebrate their first bounty as best they could. It wasn’t large, only enough to cover a month and a half of wages for a voyage that had taken a year to accomplish, but Sen knew they would improve. For more dangerous crews, those whose ships were confiscated when the crew was imprisoned, Sen would have been offered the captured ship, too, but these were minor pirates, not much worse than tax evaders. Captain Hin and her crew would be fined and sent on their way once they had paid it. In any case, Sen knew she wouldn’t be able to crew a second ship. Her first was barely trained yet.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/265775.html#cutid1">2105 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=265775" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:265569 ext_109644 2018-11-25T21:48:00Z 2018-11-25T21:48:00Z aus vs india, 3rd t20 from the scg determined public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twenty-Fifth Birthday</h2><br />Sen and Kaiji used the full three months Tu had given them to find a crew for <em>Red Cacao</em>. The problem with crewing her ship with bastards, Sen found, was that none of them had any experience at sea. None had so much as rowed a fishing boat before. Even Kaiji suggested that they might bring experienced sailors on board, just until they were able to train some of their own, but Sen refused to compromise. They were experienced enough now to train new crew. What they did ask of their new crew, though, was fighting experience. That much they could learn on land.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/265569.html#cutid1">1853 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=265569" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:265374 ext_109644 2018-11-25T18:17:00Z 2018-11-25T18:17:00Z <em>contrails</em> ~ glowworm complicated public 4 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twenty-Fourth Birthday</h2><br />Sen didn’t tell Tu of her plans immediately, just in case she reacted poorly and left them stranded. Instead, she and Kaiji agreed to tell her when they were in Ryas, hoping she would be too distracted by her negotiations to want to deal with her rogue crew.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/265374.html#cutid1">1997 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=265374" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:265141 ext_109644 2018-11-25T13:04:00Z 2018-11-25T13:04:00Z <em>lost in thought</em> ~ jon hopkins busy public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Three years into living as the <em>Orana</em>’s crew, three more years into Tu’s impossible plan for the Pirate Isles, and Tu’s exuberance was only building.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/265141.html#cutid1">1938 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=265141" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:264735 ext_109644 2018-11-24T00:19:00Z 2018-11-24T00:19:00Z <em>turning</em> ~ obylx tired public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twenty-Second Birthday</h2><br />Sen felt numb for days after Tu’s admission. She didn’t know what to feel and so opted to feel nothing. Kaiji recognised the conflict in her mind and just stayed close, holding her hand, hugging an arm around her stomach as she slept. She didn’t try to convince Sen of anything, not yet.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/264735.html#cutid1">1758</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=264735" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:264611 ext_109644 2018-11-22T23:06:00Z 2018-11-22T23:06:00Z <em>younger</em> ~ ruel tired public 4 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twenty-First Birthday</h2><br />Back when Sen and Kaiji had first joined Captain Gendas’ crew, he had admitted he—and just about every other bounty hunter at the time—had greatly admired Captain Tu and the Horizons. Even when she continued to evade him, there was still a begrudging respect in his words. When Sen saw him standing at the prow of <em>Cocoa Black</em>, floating alongside the <em>Orana</em> without so much as a bad word between them, she knew he had always planned this. He’d always planned to meet Captain Tu.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/264611.html#cutid1">2008 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=264611" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:264321 ext_109644 2018-11-21T21:36:00Z 2018-11-21T21:36:00Z aus vs india, 1st t20 from the gabba creative public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twentieth Birthday</h2><br />They agreed to meet in a year, mostly so Captain Gandas could send messages across the world and move all his pieces into place in time. They first hunted down the closest of Tu’s remaining allies, according to the tax office’s list, then made off for the meeting.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/264321.html#cutid1">2262 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=264321" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:263940 ext_109644 2018-11-20T21:56:00Z 2018-11-20T21:56:00Z <em>hope</em> ~ blood orange creative public 2 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Nineteenth Birthday</h2><br />When they returned to Ryas a year later, with <em>Argo’s</em> and a second captured pirate ship in tow, Tu was gone. The story was that the <em>Orana</em> had visited in the dead of night and its crew had broken her out of prison, paying off or slaughtering dockhands and prison guards as they needed.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/263940.html#cutid1">2037 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=263940" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:263708 ext_109644 2018-11-18T18:22:00Z 2018-11-18T18:22:00Z braindead public 3 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Eighteenth Birthday</h2><br />They didn’t bother to keep their relationship from the crew. It was far easier to just let everyone know, stop the boys from trying to romance them and not have to steal hidden kisses in the dark. The captain was only disappointed because it meant he still had to find reasons to keep his male crew on board until he could find some more female crew members. He even offered to marry them, but Kaiji asked instead that her mother do the honours. Captain Gendas said that was cheeky, being as they were halfway across the world at the time, but he agreed to detour through Jita on their next tax trip to Ryas.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/263708.html#cutid1">2036 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=263708" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:263583 ext_109644 2018-11-18T13:54:00Z 2018-11-18T13:54:00Z <em>ocean eyes</em> ~ vowl. content public 4 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Seventeenth Birthday</h2><br />Sen settled quickly into ocean life, though her first year aboard the <em>Cocoa Black</em> only served to show her how much she didn’t know. The crew was patient, though, and quickly corrected her mistakes so nothing was amiss on the ship. The kids especially, three of them around the age of ten, loved to show off their knowledge to their new crewmates.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/263583.html#cutid1">2001 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=263583" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:263348 ext_109644 2018-11-17T22:31:00Z 2018-11-17T22:31:00Z aus vs sth africa, only t20 from gold coast hopeless public 1 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Sixteenth Birthday</h2><br />Sen and Kaiji kept a list of all the names of bounty hunters that were mentioned by the ships that came to Jita. Four names kept coming up, names they had been hearing and idolising for years before, too, but it wasn’t until Captain Wik of the <em>Cibo</em>, the only bounty hunter that ever came to Jita, instantly mentioned <em>Cocoa Black</em> that they properly decided on a destination. The other three in their list would be backup, in case <em>Cocoa Black</em> wouldn’t take them, but Sen decided they didn’t need backup.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/263348.html#cutid1">2017 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=263348" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:263104 ext_109644 2018-11-17T17:31:00Z 2018-11-17T17:31:00Z birds in the garden relaxed public 1 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Fifteenth Birthday</h2><br />Nobody was angry when Sen returned home. She ran into Sula’s arms, crying that she was right. Even Sula understood why she had run away. She needed to learn for herself who Tu was. She recounted her meeting with Captain Tila and the conversation they’d had. It was only in the telling that Sen realised just how angry she was.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/263104.html#cutid1">1965 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=263104" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:262657 ext_109644 2018-11-17T13:52:00Z 2018-11-17T13:52:00Z relaxed public 1 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Fourteenth Birthday</h2><br />Kaiji was the only person Sen told she was running away.<br /><br />‘Come back,’ she made Sen promise, words barely heard through her tears. ‘Because I still want to marry you.’ She left Sen with a kiss on the cheek. Sen returned it with a peck on the lips, then she boarded the <em>Golden Fleece</em> and left Jita behind.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/262657.html#cutid1">1632 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=262657" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:262408 ext_109644 2018-11-16T23:17:00Z 2018-11-16T23:17:00Z <em>altair</em> ~ tekkla tired public 1 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Thirteenth Birthday</h2><br />A year later, on a bright, breezy day dotted with a few puffy clouds, a magnificent ship slid up alongside Jita’s dock. It looked very old, with a classic design only the few elderly residents of Jita recognised, and they said such a style had been old even when they had been children. Written on its hull, in letters carved of long-lasting dark wood in place of modern paint, was the name <em>Emprades</em>.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/262408.html#cutid1">2238 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=262408" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:262235 ext_109644 2018-11-15T22:01:00Z 2018-11-15T22:01:00Z <em>nothing it can</em> ~ helios chilled public 1 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Twelfth Birthday</h2><br />When tax time came around the following year, Sen was ready with Kaiji and Nak to board the next ship to Ryas. The <em>Exeter</em> was a merchant trader carrying Raykinian steel, Kazinian furs and alcohol from both. The crew was stressed, worried that they wouldn’t sell their wares for as much as they needed. The ship was in a bad way, leaking such that two crew members were always running up and down from the hold with buckets, and they desperately needed a solid profit to buy the wood to fix their ship. Despite the stressful atmosphere of the ship, though, Sen was thrilled to finally be on the ocean.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/262235.html#cutid1">2002 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=262235" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:262080 ext_109644 2018-11-13T00:09:00Z 2018-11-13T00:09:00Z crickets sleepy public 1 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Sen still couldn’t completely banish Captain Tu from her thoughts. She didn’t entirely want to, either. On the morning of her birthday, she and Kaiji were cleaning the morning’s catch, along with half a dozen other children in the village. It was a communal gathering. If one fishing boat didn’t have a good day, another may have caught too much for one family to eat. Everything was tossed together and distributed among the families for breakfast. This morning, Kaiji was gutting the smaller fish while Sen cleaned them. The bigger teenagers got the bigger fish, like salmon and long, slippery garfish. No part of the fish went to waste. The guts and the scales would be boiled up to make stock for soup that night, with kelp that hung in dried ribbons in the sun.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/262080.html#cutid1">1969 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=262080" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:261827 ext_109644 2018-11-11T20:41:00Z 2018-11-11T20:41:00Z aus vs sth africa, 3rd odi from hobart accomplished public 1 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Tenth Birthday</h2><br />Big white clouds raced overhead on a blustery morning, not threatening rain but blocking the sun every now and then. Sen sat on the beach, knees drawn up, watching the sea change colour under sun and clouds without really seeing it. She had heard nothing but rumour of Tu for four years now, but the more she heard the same ones over and over again, the more she started to believe them. She had been such a naïve little kid when she had last seen Tu. She had believed every word Tu had told her and tried to reason it out even when it didn’t make sense, but now…<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/261827.html#cutid1">2044 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=261827" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-12-09:3460484:261587 ext_109644 2018-11-11T17:05:00Z 2018-11-11T17:05:00Z aus vs sth africa, 3rd odi from hobart disappointed public 1 Posted by: <span lj:user='annarti.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=114866&amp;t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://annarti.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>annarti.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><h2>Ninth Birthday</h2><br />Another year passed and still the <em>Horizons</em> didn’t pull up to Jita’s jetty. Sen thought she had learned all she could from the villagers and other passing ships, but she didn’t stop asking. <br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://yrae.dreamwidth.org/261587.html#cutid1">2005 words</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=yrae&ditemid=261587" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments