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[lukedanger]

Owlcatober - Day 6 - Alone

For the sixth day of @owlcatober, "Kitrane" meeting Ember.

(I originally meant this for Day 2, Fake Names, but as I wrote it, it fit 'alone' far better)

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Lady Kitrane of the Green Crows was a mask.

Galfrey had known this when she had hastily concocted the plan - she had not used that as a given name since she had snuck out of Nerosyan for a misadventure in the Estrovian Forest in her youth. The Green Crows then had been good friends, all now departed to Pharasma, who she had shared the trials of nature and their quest with. Now the Green Crows were little more than bodyguard knights who were willing to put up with her flight of fancy.

The contrast turned them from her protectors into reminders of what she had now: followers, not friends. It was no mark against her bodyguards - they were honorable, dutiful, and pure in intention. Alas, they were men and women who had grown up on stories of the Crusader Queen. They looked up to her, and refused to allow her to come to any harm even if it meant recreating why she was so eager for the Knight-Commander’s suggestion in the first place.

One night, she simply could not take it anymore and needed to get away from her escorts. So she found herself walking the lanes of the camp, trying to find a chance to join in with the crowd. If Kitrane was a mask, then Galfrey should use it to be someone else. Who then would Kitrane spend her time with?

Kitrane saw a couple knights from the minor orders sparring - perhaps she could test herself there? It had been some time since she had truly drawn her blade in battle, and it would be good to assess the quality of their forces herself. Yet she hesitated - she was bound to refuse no challenge from an equal, but who here was her equal? And her skill would out herself, even in sparring, as few had the experience that Queen Galfrey had developed over a century of warfare.

So Kitrane turned away from it, finding her way towards the center of camp where the soldiers haggled with the merchants in the baggage train. Perhaps it would do her some good to mingle with them, perhaps see just how much of a trade there was in stones from the Gray Garrison or herne antlers from Estrovian? Yet she could already hear her advisors chiding her about indulging in the sale of false relics, even if everyone knew it and were doing it for fun to take their mind off things or souvenirs for after the campaign. Such did not set an example of commerce serving the public good, and Queen Galfrey could not be seen doing such when so much depending on her as the ideal. An excuse like trying to ‘act the role of a minor knight’ would only insult said knights.

Thus, Kitrane moved towards where the Nerosyan recruits primarily were, especially as she heard boisterous laughter coming from one particularly large campfire. Perhaps in the crowd she could get lost in their numbers as she did at the Defender’s Heart? She was about to mingle through when she recognized the voices - Seelah, telling a story from her journey to Mendev to an eager audience who had only known the kingdom they fought for. Irabeth’s reaction that day returned to her thoughts, and so Queen Galfrey decided to cautiously avoid the risk of exposure as the storyteller would certainly recognize her after that encounter.

Each time she thought she could find some way to reclaim that little piece of Galfrey’s life before she became the Crusader Queen, she felt her feet chill and her spine tingle with fear. Yes, fear: Iomedae’s blessings warded her against compelled fear such as that of magical spells, but it did not mean that she never felt the emotion. Without fear for those under her command, she only needed to look to the example set by Paralictor Derenge at the Reliable Redoubt to see what she would become. Oh how easy it would be, though…

Rounding a corner, Kitrane almost bumped into a young elven woman in rags. Galfrey was surprised to see a beggar in the army camp, even more so one with a crow on her shoulder, but as she had the chance to take in the woman’s features she recognized her. Ember, or at least that was the name they called her.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s okay,” Galfrey said quickly, looking away by pretending she was checking to make sure they would not hit anyone else walking up. “I was in my own thoughts.”

“A lot of us are,” Ember said as she also looked around, eventually turning to point towards a halfling cavalier who had buried his head against his knees. “That poor man lost his warhound in the skirmish yesterday. A friend.”

Galfrey nodded grimly. She was no stranger to having mounts killed underneath her in battle - Areelu had once merely done so in the most spectacular fashion. “We all grieve in our own way, Ember.”

“Oh, I thought you looked familiar! Kitrane, right? Elaina’s friend?”

Perhaps the closest thing to a lie she had told this whole campaign. It had made sense to her to say it - it would give the Knight-Commander a reason to visit her tent that would be plausible to any witnesses. And, apparently, it worked on someone who had sat at the same table as her in the Defender’s Heart.

“Yes, Kitrane is what they call me here.” Ember’s crow cawed a few times at Galfrey’s technically truthful answer. Was that bird laughing at her? It was a terrible cover, admittedly.

“Guess we’re all called something, huh? Camellia keeps calling me ‘charred meat’, my dad called me a ray of sunshine, my mother called me some long name when she was mad…”

“Wait, Ember is not your real name?”

The young woman shrugged. “Don’t we all have different names? Surely your mother called you something else too, Kitrane.”

“She did,” Galfrey admitted, a vague fog of memories reaching for her but just out of grasping range. “I am used to being known formally, though.”

“A lot of rules and such. Daeran has so many names, yet he doesn’t like saying them. They make him sad. What about you? Do your names make you sad?”

“Say again?”

“Daeran says he uses all his names for formality, but he is always sad about it. Is it like that for you?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Galfrey admitted. It was not a lie, but she did feel something about it as she sat on her throne in Nerosyan. Placed on a pedestal to inspire Mendev and try to show the rest of Avistan that their defense was worthy of support. Her epithets, her noble name each with meaning, the elixir she took to retain her youth so she could remain on the field only to become too valuable to risk there… 

“I do feel something, though,” she admitted as the thoughts welled up.

“You need to let it out!” Ember insisted, smiling warmly. “The knight was trying to grieve, but one of the black knights’ soldiers tried to force him away. I think she was grieving too, the way she held that rose-decorated shield.”

Queen Galfrey seized on the problem to solve. The description suggested an Armiger, but a rose pattern was not something Hellknights would issue. Noble? Possibly, but such an individual would most likely have earned Hellknight before coming to a place like the Worldwound. Nurah had given her a vivid demonstration of such an example. Which suggested a Shelynite, but why would one join the Hellknights, especially the Godclaw heretics rather than the Order of the Torrent?

“Possibly,” Galfrey said with a light shrug as she brought herself back to the now. “As for letting it out? I do not have the luxury.”

Ember tilted her head. “Why not?”

Because she was a Paladin of Iomedae and Queen of Mendev. Because Mendev had to project strength just to convince Avistan’s nations to give them scraps with which to hold back the Abyss with. Because she had to be the mask to conceal the lengths Heaven had gone to aid them without turning Golarion into an inferno between the planes. Because she had to be strong for everyone else so they could afford to cry. What good would she be as a paladin, a queen, a person, if she let hardship and sorrow to break her spirit? The regal mask had to remain.

“Duty requires that I mask my true thoughts,” she admitted instead. “If I showed what I truly thought, much would be damaged.”

“That sounds… hard. Can’t you let it out in private, Kitrane?”

“I have,” Galfrey admitted, “but in the end it is my burden to shoulder.”

“It always is, Heaven abandoned us,” Ember merely nodded solemnly oblivious to Galfrey’s scowl at the falsehood, “leaving us to fight on our own. We know the demons would eat us, but we keep fighting each other.”

“You do not need to tell me the many problems besetting Mendev. Believe me when I say that few are more aware of that than I am.”

Ember nodded. “Maybe you could help Galfrey, then? She seems so lonely, making loud declarations and trying to give everyone hope without any for herself.”

Gods, this was either someone’s idea of a cruel joke, this woman was trying to needle her, or as Galfrey quickly realized was the most likely answer, she was entirely genuine.

And she was not entirely wrong about her either.

“If only I could help her,” Galfrey said, carefully. And she really needed to step away, especially as that crow was watching her even more closely. “I am just one woman against the Abyss.”

“So am I! Of course, I had help. Grandmother sent Soot to show me some tricks, just like when she was dad’s grandma and grandad’s grandma!”

Galfrey frowned, glancing between Ember and Soot again. A crow, grandmother for generations…

Andoletta, Galfrey realized. Andoletta had watched over this orphan after Iomedae’s followers failed. When she failed to keep order. Was this why Iomedae had-

“Your grandmother is extremely kind, then,” Galfrey said, interrupting her own thoughts. She could feel her resolve failing - she needed to step away. “Excuse me, this is…” she swallowed. “This is bringing up memories I thought buried.” More like thoughts she had tried to bury.

Ember just nodded with a smile. “Good night, Kitrane! Oh, do you want me to let Elaina know?”

“It’s alright, I’m sure the commander has more important things to do.” Galfrey forced a smile on her face as she turned away, striding to the closest way she could to her tent, even if it meant going past the Hellknight encampment and putting up with the sneers of their own sentries.

How had they been reduced to the point where Hellknights who reveled in their cruelty were worth putting up with? Why was this Mendev’s burden to bear besides some token expeditionary forces and castoff undesirables? Why had Iomedae not trusted her with the truth of the Wardstones, leaving her to only suspect the truth for the better half of a century? Had she not been entrusted with the secret of Pulura’s Falls, or had that fallen while she was fighting on in impotent ignorance? 

Hold the line at Mendev: contain the Worldwound until a way to close it is found. That was the objective since the fall of Drezen, since the Hand placed the first Wardstone in Kenabres. An objective they had succeeded at for over sixty years, and all anyone wanted to talk about was how Mendev failed to close the Worldwound. As if it was that easy, just march an army into the Worldwound!

Galfrey exhaled. This was hardly the first night she had spent dwelling on it. It was inescapable, when it was all on her. The Crusader Queen of Mendev. Paladin of Iomedae. This was what she was. What she had to be for the sake of Mendev’s people - for Golarion. Why so much was spent to prolong her life: to ensure that a righteous champion sat on the throne in this time of war, one who had proven herself alongside the likes of Yaniel, Zacharias, or Lariel and Targona in those early campaigns.

Damn it, all she had wanted to do was live up to the obligations of nobility unlike so many of her peers. Where had the ones who believed in their duties gone? Why was it left to her? And why, when Iomedae’s favor seemed to finally return, had it gone to someone else? Was it because she couldn’t get to Kenabres in time? Had she lost Iomedae’s favor somehow? But she still had her powers as a paladin! Then again, Hulrun still has his divinely granted abilities as an inquisitor…

Galfrey’s thoughts were interrupted as the camp erupted into commotion, fires erupting from tents (particularly in the Hellknight encampment), winged beasts swooping down from the cloudy night sky.

The gargoyles had finally come for revenge.

That, at least, she could do something about.

[ambiguouspuzuma]

What is the worst habit one of your characters has? How do the people around them react?

Thank you for the ask! Some of my characters make a habit of, like... killing people, but I'll just skip over all of that and give an example from Going Quietly, Legacy and Archipelago.

Nathan's toxic trait is seclusion. When he feels sorry for himself, he has a tendency to shut himself away from his support network, all the better to marinate in misery. He then convinces himself that nobody cares to reach out, when in truth he pushed them away. But this case is forcing him to slowly reconnect with the past, and Cass isn't the sort of person to let herself be pushed.

Vaspar's vice is vanity. He has never felt like he belongs in the royal household, no thanks to Kitran's constant allusions to that effect. As a result, he has a golden chip on his shoulder, a burning desire to prove he is worthy of a crown, regardless of his heritage. When others don't follow him, he grows increasingly frustrated - although some take pity, and some are happy to use that fire for their own political ends.

Yem grows tired up on the slopes, with only his goat, Zephyr, and countless sheep to keep him company. Well, not countless. He counts them every day, even as it bores him to sleep, and drives him to the brink of madness. His bad habit is inventing distractions, excuses to return to Harmony below, with wild tales of dragons and lies which only ever buy him more solitude.

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sri-lankan forenames

Ajiri Aniu Anoba Anobani Anod Anuja Anujee Anuran Ariban Arini Arisha Arithy Ariya Ariyan Arju Arjun Arul Arula Arulaka Aruma Aruniu Arunya Asanamy Ashai Ashan Asokuma Asomi Asuma Athala Bababa Bababi Babiyan Bala Bali Banda Bani Banjani Baya Bayanna Beba Bebabi Biyadha Biyan Cham Champal Chan Chana Chanda Chani Chanja Chanjan Chanka Channak Chano Chanth Chanthi Charak Charara Charmad Chat Chatha Chika Chil Chinoba Chra Chratna Chri Chriman Dama Damani Damge Dandra Danka Danthi Danthra Davita Dayan Deev Devita Devithi Dhala Dhalika Dhama Dhan Dhati Dila Dilak Dili Dilmini Diloy Dissa Eroma Gama Gamy Gaya Gayanju Gayapa Gemutti Gihi Hamalip Hamani Haraj Haraso Harna Harun Hasa Hasanth Hasika Haso Hemala Hemani Heth Hima Himada Himanka Hini Illa Inda Jaga Jagasa Jage Jagini Janduna Jangami Janiu Jaya Jayada Jayana Jayapa Jebabi Jebi Jeganda Jeganka Jeganth Jeha Jeharan Jeharun Jeya Jeyani Kalka Kana Kani Kanika Kara Karmani Kiri Kiriya Kish Kitha Kitran Kosan Kosha Kuma Kumala Kumasa Kusha Kusil Kusith Kusun Kuvaka Kuvath Kuvenil Laka Laksha Lakshai Lala Lalee Lali Lalka Lasoka Loka Lokuwa Magana Mage Mahi Mahini Mahitra Mala Malaka Malan Malanth Mali Malida Malika Malip Malita Malithi Malka Malla Mandi Maneesh Mangam Mani Mante Manth Mantha Manthi Manyan Marmith Mathamy Mathika Mathura Matna Mena Menathi Meni Mihange Mihara Moha Mohi Nala Nali Nalik Nalino Nalka Nangha Nanni Nanthi Nanuka Nara Nariya Narmini Narsha Nayesha Nela Niha Nihamge Nila Nilavo Nilika Nilina Nilotha Nima Nimage Nimai Niman Nira Niri Nirith Nirma Nuwa Pada Padha Padmala Padmino Palan Pati Patna Patuwa Pedima Pini Piya Piyan Pran Prasa Prathy Pratna Preela Preepal Preev Preewa Preka Prika Prima Prin Prina Prini Prish Prisha Prissa Priyan Pubuda Punaksh Punna Punniu Punthy Rajith Rajula Ramge Ramini Rampa Rampika Ranana Ranatha Range Ranka Ranma Ranth Rasee Ravika Ravithi Ravo Rayanda Rayesha Reni Renika Rith Rithi Roharma Rohi Rohika Rohoba Rohotta Rosh Roshat Rusa Rushanu Rusith Ruwa Ruwana Ruwani Samini Sampika Sanethu Sani Sara Sarani Sarati Sarmini Sarna Sarsh Seluna Selvan Senada Seni Senika Senu Sepa Sepali Sepalka Shal Shan Shanili Shanka Shanth Sheev Sheham Shika Shikan Shinod Shiri Shotha Shothy Sila Sindika Sini Sinni Sira Siriya Sirmila Sish Sisha Sishan Siso Sith Sitha Sithala Sithi Sivan Sivani Soba Soidu Somal Srika Sriyasa Suda Sudu Sudunya Sugasan Sugun Suguni Suja Sujatti Sujee Suma Suna Sune Suneela Suni Sunna Sunura Sunya Susha Sushan Sushana Susirma Swanika Swara Than Thani Thaniu Thatti Thini Thirma Thitha Tilani Tili Tilik Tilika Tilikan Tilip Tiseni Tisiran Toun Tounna Tounuka Udda Uddani Uddaran Udena Udenadu Udik Udika Ukkuma Ukkumma Ukkuwan Upalika Upeka Upulani Vait Vaja Vanuja Vasee Vida Vidasi Vidita Vidiya Vijithi Vina Vini Vinish Viniu Wasa Wasane Wasani Wasi Wasiri Waswa Wima Wimadu Wimai Yasa Yath Yuvena

[ambiguouspuzuma]

That's exactly it! I also can't stand editing and have enough projects in the queue that it's always easier to skip on ahead to the next first draft than sit and painstakingly polish the one you just finished.

In my case I drafted two books out of four before I had the same realisation that they really needed finalising before I could continue with the end of the series, so I shamefully ran away from my responsibilities, hopped on the nearest boat and was writing Archipelago before they even noticed I was gone.

I still write to them from time to time - a walk in the woods at the weekend inspired some notes to change in chapter one of book one, when Kitran is hunting cuckoos and savouring her final hours of peace - but I'm writing Going Quietly now, and after that it will be Swansong or Red Glass, as my open ended promises slowly calcify into lies.

I hope that survival gets easier and your find the time and space to complete all the projects on your list, in whatever order is easiest!

It occurs to me that I don't actually know what indigo wars is about. Please tell me in an unspecified amount of detail.

Indigo Wars is my beloved but somewhat neglected first child... first child to have a 'THE END' typed at the bottom of the doc, that is.

It's a three book series (gods willing) and the originator of the world that most of my stories are set in, including Remnants, Open Seas, and Just Jane.

At its heart, it's about two young women on opposite sides of a war finding out how far they're willing to go for the ones they love.

Violet (19) begins the series by being moved into the Royal Keep along with her two sisters, her best friend, and a younger girl they've been tasked with watching over. They're all Vario, a type of magic user that draws their magic from somewhere outside of the natural world, and they've been hand-picked because each have an ability that can be useful for the war effort.

On their first night there someone is murdered and Vi's magic (ability to inhabit other people's senses) reacts weirdly. She tries to ignore it, but then there's another murder. And another. And her magic keeps reacting strangely, pulling her towards the murderers like she wants to reach into their minds and control them like puppets. At the same time, she starts having strange visions of Rimos, god of death and order, instructing her to find an artifact that's been lost to time (the Midriameric) before a mysterious and cold-hearted man finds the Shadowshard, an item of unnatural origin that's rumoured to be able to level cities in seconds.

Add the fact that she's trying to understand court politics and the social rules of the elite, and she is straight up not having a good time.

On the other side of the war, Marharyta (25, and please call her Maisy) is the only child of a dead king. Her uncle sits on the throne and, despite the promises he made upon her birth, refuses to step aside and let her rule. She's been raised away from the capital by her mother Kalliyan, the Queen Dowager, and Henry, her father's Captain of the Guard who stepped down upon the death of his king. Her two unofficial siblings and only real friends are Hal, Henry's son, and Oz, the half-fae that Henry found wandering the woods.

Maisy has given up on ever being queen, and has turned her focus to helping the community she lives in. Then her mother sends her to the capital for a visit, and she realizes that her uncle has been ruling the kingdom through fear and blood and that things are far more dire than she'd realized. He's supported by two powerful figures—Amadra Araqen, a fae lord who uses his magic to keep the populace in line, and Imperator Carr, the commander of an army of Vario.

Even though her uncle has warned that making a move against him will have consequences beyond her imagination, she must decide if she's willing to risk her own life—and the lives of the people she loves—in order to save the people she was raised to rule.

I hope this lengthy spiel wasn't too much!!! For a more succinct explanation w pictures, you can check out the WIP intro I did a while ago.

Thank you for the ask!!

[rainwingmarvel7]

The OG Dormaires

Lord Kitran Dormaire and his wife, Lady Jyana Dormaire née Bolton

Kitran Dormaire was the Lord of Raven’s Keep when Aegon the Conquerer and his sister-wives arrived in Westeros. By then already an elderly man, Kitran sought not conflict with the Targaryens and supported King Torrhen in bending the knee. He died not long afterwards but was well-remembered for his wisdom and kindness.

Jyana Dormaire née Bolton was the wife of Lord Kitran and the love of his life. She was known to be more ambitious than her husband, cruel and cunning in ways that he was not, but in her time away from the Dreadfort she grew fairer and kinder of heart. Kitran was able to soften her hard edges, although even he could not dull them completely. Although Jyana was distrustful of Aegon and his sisters, she supported her husband in bending the knee to the dragon lords. Jyana outlived her husband, but only by a few years. She was buried beside him in the crypts of Raven’s Keep.

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[yeri-ko]

Yeriko, Yeriko.... Que te agobia?, Que te preocupa, que acaso las bendiciones de padre no han sido suficientes?

-Estoy agradecido con mi padre y parto desde la gratitud que ha tenido conmigo para entender lo vivido por los caminos infernales dónde me perdí, dónde conocí a los hijos de la oscuridad, hasta los bailes demenciales que mi mente bailo sin parar por meses, hasta el dolor crujiente de mi cuerpo perdiendo su alma.

El siempre estuvo a mi lado y no solo el... millones de seres de luz, hermanos, ancestros y guías también.

Me ha colmado como tú dices de bendiciones, lo cual continuo agradecido, y hasta el día de mi inexistencia, continuaré eternamente agradecido por el dolor, la tristeza, el desamor, la tración, la alegría, el amor, la fe, y todo lo que lo que su voluntad deseé que yo viva en esta vida.

-Entonces Yeriko? Porque no eres feliz?

-Mi querido amigo, lo soy.

Solo vivo este momento que tengo que vivir, camino con cautela porque hay una persona de por medio y no quiero lastimarla.

-Tal ves ese sea el camino a recorrer Yeriko? Debes lastimar a esa persona, para ayudarla a vivir la existencia.

-No Kitran, el perjudicar a otro ser no ayuda a vivir... y me no corresponder con reciprocidad la energía de su ser.

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A Tribute for loving mom

Shrimati Jasbir kaur bagga ji (classical singer, composer, writer, dance choreographer & musician) & My Mother as well.Mrs. Jasbir Kaur, Lecturer(Music) In DAV institute jallandhar Gharana (Family) history-My maternal grandparent’s ancestors were classical gurmat sangeet jattha (gurmat classical) gharana in Anandpur saab ji. A long family history of freedom fighters & classical kirtan singers in traditional gurmat styles which are perhaps lots with the times and changing singing styles. Also, sometimes due to circumstances. My mother’s grandfather & nanaji were Freedom fighters, classical singers & writers. They had the most traditional classical singing style with saarangi. The even previous history tells that our maternal ancestor family, the great grand fathers and fore fathers use to sing classical kitran in big gurdawaras like anandpur sahib ji. Gyani Himmat singh ramta ji (mother’s dada ji)-Gyani Himmat Singh Ramta ji was a punjabi poet, freedom fighter, Fought & Won jaiton morcha and the jaiton fort. In 1927 at takh shri keshgarh sahib he became the (Head granthi) of our religions Takht. He wrote many vaaran and prasang on (Tadhi jatthas). Vaaran- is a unique form of singing style usually sung in very high notes. This form of gayaqi (singing style) was sung to tell war stories of great warriors and our respected guru’s. Many of the war stories & vaaran which are sung today in gurudwara’s are written by our ancestors. As he was a freedom fighter and great Singh warrior he wrote a book (bhatat singh di phasi), he was sent to imprisonment for that. Amandeep Singh Sodhi pays regards to them. Gyani khushhaal singh hira (mother’s nana ji)-Was also a great classical kirtani. He Won jaiton morcha with Gyani himmat Singh Ramta ji. Gyani hazara singh ji-  did great work in classical & semi classical keertan and went to UK, Canada with there jattha (group) to do kirtan and they’ve taught many of young kirtani’s of today in abroad. The old history and documents tells that guru gobind Singh ji’s book (Bachitar naatak) was fragmented and many pages were with a group of Nihang Singh’s, some pages were lost & a part of the book was preserved by our maternal family. I tried searching but no one knows where the pages are lost. Some of the kirtanis are still living in village jandu singha, Hosiyarpur. Due to time and war circumstances in Punjab the great kirtani gharana was lost in time but the great words of gubani will never die. Classical Musical Learning-Shrimati jasbir kaur bagga ji learnt Indian classical music starting from gurmat sangeet from Gyani kartar singh parwana ji (A great classical keertan singer & delhi radio personality) She did sangeet Visharad, Sangeet bhaskar & sangeet alankar. Also, did sangeet bhaskar in sitar. Later on she purely dedicated herself to classical, semi classical music as a singer, writer & composer. She has learnt classical khayaal gayaqi, classical & semi classical composition from great guru of Indore gharana Shri M K Bhardwaj ji. Shri M K bhardwaj ji have given music in lots of Haryanvi movies. His specialty is his deep throat singing style & khayal gayaqi. We found guru ji again in Faridabad after 8 years. My Regards to such Guru shishya (Master – disciple) relation. Shri Har Niranjan Singh ji-My nana ji (maternal grandfather) was also a very good kirtani & very good violinist. Later he joined the army and lived life with lots of struggles. He was determined to settle in Faridabad with his family, so that he can bring up his children. Some of the content of my article has been taken from his autobiography. Regards to my nana ji (Maternal grandfather) as well. Work and achievements in music-She has been working in DAV institute since 1978 as a classical music trainer & later transferred to DMS jalandhar and still working there as a classical-semi classical music trainer. She prepared lots of classical-semi classical dances, raags, bhajans, songs, group songs, instrumental direction, and dance drama direction for youth festivals. Directed and prepared many TV, Radio & Stage programs. Her dance dramas are always with great musical background & with a teaching and a cause in it. Some of them are very popular in DAV institutes:1.            Abhilasha (to promote education in remote areas)2.            Moortikaar ka sapna (to enlighten India on social issues)3.            Pariyon ka jahan (imagination of war free and peace loving paradise of a child)4.            Saaksharta ahiyaan (Dance drama on social stigmas of india, especially women empowerment). There are many more solo classical, semi-classical, light performances that she has directed and prepared. Many of her unwritten stuff will be written later when she releases her own book. Some unwritten creations of my mother like ‘Neelima’ have never been published, again based upon women’s life and women empowerment. Shri Paramjit Singh ji-My father, is a bank officer. However, has got good knowledge of Punjabi language and literature. His Father (my dada ji) and he himself use to sing Heer, Punjabi folk and some Punjabi ghazals a lot.He has keen interest in Waris shah Heer & shiv kumar batalvi ji’s creations. I am very lucky to have such talented mother & Guru under which I got training in classical, semi-classical, light music. As, I have been researching and working on Indian classical, west-classical, jazz, blues, lounge, acid jazz, mambo music, African music styles etc. since a long time.My first guru, my mother has been helping me in my research work. We’ve formed many different tan, alaap and sargam styles to mix and fuse it with classic jazz, blues music.

The legacy continues in form of me

Amandeep Singh 

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Khebi’s Family

Parents

A'ginwa Nunh: Previously chattered about here -> http://aethericgeometry.tumblr.com/post/101671105815/on-fathers

A'hokkri Ohsi: Khebi’s mom was of the Quietly Grumpy sort, usually frowning and with her hands on her hips. Those that actually knew her discovered this was because she was worried that the entire mad lot of them were going to end up head-down in a mudhole if she wasn’t around to keep them out of trouble. A total mother-hen, you hurt her babies and she’d strangle you with your own entrails. The fact that all of her kids were energetic, intelligent, and inquisitive probably gave her more than a few grey hairs and sometimes resulted in beating A’ginwa with whatever (soft and non-damageable) thing was handy, which he took in good humor. Stop laughing when she’s mad at you, you lout!

Siblings

A'kitran Ginwa & A'satran Ginwa: Twins girls and Khebi’s half-sisters from another mother. Kitran was bubbly and usually the one to come up with ideas that landed the entire pack of them in trouble. Or in a creek. Or both. Satran was more reserved, but had the mischief in her if you knew what to look for; one of those demure sorts with the devil’s own sparkle in her eye, she’d play on the fact that everyone expected her to be the Good Girl to leave some annoying boy chasing after the antelope herd trying to reclaim his underwear.

A'marra Tia: The baby and Khebi’s true brother, A’marra was one of those kids that Gets Into Things. Constantly needed to be rescued from saddlebags, storage chests, merchants’ wagons… or maybe it was the other way around. Pleasant enough when he had something to keep his attention, but with a tendency to fuss mightily if bored.

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Hello and happy STS! :D If your main characters were sucked into our world, The Devil Is a Part-Timer-style (i.e., dropped into our world without the resources/status they had in theirs, transformed into basically human with no powers, and the only thing they've got are the clothes on their back and their memories), how well would they fare? What would they do to survive, who's failing at adapting and how, and most importantly, who is working at McDonald's?

Thank you for the ask!

I have picked the four protagonists from the first Legacy novel, which is set across a couple of fictional continents far removed from our own world.

Kitran would be frustrated. She begins the novel already anxious about the potential loss of her father's throne, her birthright, to her adopted brother, and would not be happy to find it a whole world away. Her whole life has been leading up to her coronation, and she would feel anger to be stripped from the palace and thrown into a world where her bloodline carries no prestige.

After ranting and raving and attempting to order people around, she is probably most likely to end up taking a job at McDonalds after a year of refusing to engage with the system, but work her way up to manager and become a petty tyrant.

Vaspar would be more likely to welcome a chance to reinvent himself. His life has been strangled by contradiction, never quite belonging in any corner of his world, and he could take well to a fresh start, a society where people didn't stare or avert their gaze, where he wasn't an imposter and a traitor, where his talents could be recognised on merit alone.

Fai would likewise be glad for an escape. She lacks Kitran or Vaspar's cunning or training for leadership, and would be initially vulnerable, but could do very well if she falls in with the right crowd, as her naivety means that people will instinctively want to help her, if others don't exploit her first.

Trevan would feel lost, confused, and probably never stop looking for a way back home. He was as dependent on his station as Kitran, but lacking her willpower, her leadership, and he will initially flounder in this strange new regime, but hopefully find the support of others and figure out a fresh, improved pathway to happiness.

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