Tag Archives: Isvartoi
RUNNING AWAY: TIKA AZA | PART 7
Previous New Years Day 1008 The moon was setting when we finished crossing the ocean. I followed the woman and the girl to a cave in the cliff that bordered the shore. The woman had stayed at this cave before, I was sure of it. She pulled out some metal tools from her bag and […]
RUNNING AWAY: TIKA AZA | PART 6
Previous Solstice 1007 You could probably walk across. I kept thinking about what the man had said while I walked, now on the sand of the beach. The ice did look thick here, but what if it wasn’t in the middle? I kept walking, hoping to find some kind of shelter. Erincateri lay to the […]
RUNNING AWAY: TIKA AZA | PART 5
Previous Winter Solstice Holidays 1007-08 The sun woke me up. I remembered that I was outside. I’d found a spot between trees that was relatively sheltered. I’d laid down bare branches under and over me, so my clothes wouldn’t get wet. I grabbed a bite of bread—I couldn’t cook the grain, not with all the […]
RUNNING AWAY: TIKA AZA | PART 4
Previous Late Le Esel 1007 “I have sad news,” Mrs. Mirin said. I looked up from my spinning. I’d never enjoyed housework, but they gave me food to eat and a warm bed in the attic in exchange. Mrs. Mirin hadn’t asked me too many questions. Her oldest daughter, Eliya, had just had twins. “What […]
Running Away: Tika Aza | Part 3
Previous Le Esel 1007 Where do people go when harvests are poor? To the cities, apparently. I was not the only one who had the idea to go to Yahvsii Isvar. The easterly road seemed as crowded as it was for the Harvest Week festivities, even though they were now over. My village hadn’t gone. […]
Running Away: Tika Aza | Part 2
Previous Early Narsel 1007 Tlinie burst in from the fields. “The root vegetables are all moldy.” “How will we ever have enough food for the winter? What is the cause of this bad luck?” The older women asked. “My mother said there was a poor year when she was young,” one of my aunts offered […]
Running Away: Tika Aza | Part 1
Aarae 1006 I ran down the dusty, narrow path through the forest to Es Seli, my heavy cloth backpack full of shovels and other metal trinkets bouncing with every step. The Tvarnaer’ village head had asked me to trade for crushed seeds to make the Summer Solstice pastries. Es Seli had a mill. Tvarnaer’ didn’t. […]
A Village of Tvarnaer’: Lenera Aza
Lenera stood up, her back aching from picking the last of the Tiflro, “blue buckwheat”, as it was later called by the foreign people. She looked around at the mists eerily lying on the meadows of grain, hiding between the ancient trees of the Great Forest which led to the Ktreya Lake, and, weirdest of […]
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