A Castrovel Adventure: Part 5, Chapter 51

~O'mei Vaeol-Ile hiorashe omonyahuarrye, oe Kaure hae lunara lihaeara.~ (In which Lady Vaeol gets back at a tattletale, and Kaure takes an important step.)

From the Daylog of Vaeol-Zheieveil Yaranevae be’Son

6. Evelae, 24,547 - 16th Month in Qabarat
Drilltide today at the Lemussa Weaponyard. A mood owned me to fight hard, and not those offstanding long games with other outriders. Instead, I brunted, shoved hafts, and a few times even set Korasha back on their heels. The yardfellows acknowledged my fierceness and struck answer.
Later in the bath, we sat and overtalked ereyesterday’s deed. Sievae’s nameworth grew when she bragged of the outrider tally she had beaten, and the others laughed hearing that Kaure’s Damaya-Hunter nickname has grown beyond the weaponyard. Then Hauronil happened in to seek Kaure, which the yardfellows found funniest, naming him ~Damaya-Viras~ - the first Damaya she had caught. While he goodwillfully alet, we also witted these Korasha, who had watched Kaure’s bridetide, bequeathed him a yard of manly worship, which erewardly they would not have bestowed. For lack of better framewise, they mostly behaved him as an Elf, which I reckon best.
For the most tide, I stayed mild until someone asked the next outrider drill. I answered: ~Hani-zae ziae o’illi ryri,~ - “Three days hence shall be the last,” When my word forecaught some, I looked to both Remaue and our mighty, mossy wifemate lying in the arms of her Damaya-Elf manlove, and smiled. ~Te ollodayele yi eisrye, o’vi-zimi ollodaye,~ - “If they are too good for my wifemate, they are too good for me too.” Tears brightened Kaure’s eyes while her antennae waved me a kiss.
More roughly Master Evauess clapped my back and bestowed a twill. ~Stya ayeiesis risassya Korashara?~ - “What did you forethink fighting Korasha?” I answered we now had no choice but to stay with them.
Sievae, who lay in Meiss’s arms, yaysaid: ~A das lomas, dei niris? Vi estama!~ - “All you men, hear that? You are stuck with me!” At her word, they lustily roared, swarmed, and lifted her from the bath. Then they bore her out while we else chuckled shamefully (and Oshis, Less, and Hanos wardsomely gathered near to offstay them drawing us into their wickedness). We swiftly dried, clothed, and laughingly foreyielded Master Evauess could find home with us if he got kicked out of his yard. Hauronil beseeched we come tonight to the blossomyard, which we gladly forespoke.

9. Evelae, 24,547 - 16th Month in Qabarat
Today held the last outrider drilltide. A fewer throng gathered, slightly more than a twelvesome. Yet for my purpose it was alright. At drill’s end, I called the ladies near, thanked their share, and then outquoth we should hold it no more. Some befuddled looks answered. So I told that one among us, doubtlessly not here today, had gainsaid Kaure my wifemate taking share. Instead of worthily bringing this thing straight to me, the bewrayer had gone running to her headmistress like a tattling schoolmaiden. I watched their eyes widen, antennae straight, and shared glances. I wondered that, if I dipped into their thoughts, I might learn a name. Yet I forlet and, after my mildly flung dare, took kindly leave.
Remaue beheld my speech wickedly funny. ~Mi-yei o’imi-dei Athala risayelise, o iheshya sezya meavis,~ - “So now not only will you fight in the Games, but you owe an open dare,” she said. I answered I forelooked nothing, since an outrider so craven to hide behind her headmistress would unlikely answer. Yet if she did, I would take blessing at the forehap to teach my wifemate’s love. Then I hugged Kaure arear, filled my hands with her mighty bosom, and my nose with her sheer mossy hair.
We still behold more than two months ere the Motorae Games. I wonder how I will forbear.

10. Evelae, 24,547 16th Month in Qabarat
Indith again came by the Embassy, whereat I got leave to go out. Trading Aeosel, we headed to the Elf-Farthing, where she bestowed a selfsome sightshow. We ended at Deznae’s Shrine, where we sat among the stones and played with my son. I made word that, samely to the stoneshaft here, a like stone stands shrinelike on Ta-Shestaru beside Burning-Mother’s temple, marked with a blossomfly, and is widely believed as a shrinemarker to Deznae. This halted Indith. She said that in yoresong Deznae is bespoken as She Who Wanders the Stars, and that some Elves even gainsay Lashunta belief and instead tell that Deznae is the Starmother, and not Burning-Mother. This thought recked, and I would have asked for more whits if I knew how to so do couthly.
While Aeosel hunted dragonflies, Indith stilled. I asked how I might ease her sorrow. She answered she would ask something, only she feared the word. I forswore any offthank and heartened speech. Haltingly she would ask of Remaue. Soon as my haughty wifemate’s name, I had an inkling what she would ask. I took the elfwife’s hand, held it to brow, and kissed elfwise. Then softly I said that, if she would ask of Remaue, I must also tell something of me.
Yet then, even though I had so spoken, I could speak no further word. Though she heartened, I could not shove the words from my throat. Instead, I started mindshare, and then wept. She stared in mingled awe and mirth, and then hugged me, acknowledging our kith souls. Then she soothed me, saying here was Deznae’s holystead, and since the Starry Wanderer (brooking the god’s elder name) would not misdeem any love, any shrift would stay hallow. At last she held my hands and asked trust that Remaue is right mistressful. I hid a smile, and she giggled. I squeezed Indith’s hands and beseeched her will, asking if I should speak Remaue her behalf. The elfwife again giggled and faltered, since she had already shared love with my wifemate at Kaure’s bridetide. I yaysaid but added this is something else.
Indith leaned near. She fingered my brow and scar, and even my antenna’s root. Then she kissed me elfwise and lay head on my shoulder. She quoth a blessing that we also share something, and that she would begladden of my love.

13. Evelae, 24,547 - 16th Month in Qabarat
Today something worthy. After much old nagging, we overbewon Kaure to go to Yaraesa’s bookminster, where we undermet her to the priests and outnamed her Elindrae’s moonpriest. They welcomed our wifemate and, against her shyness, beseeched to speak sunderly (maybe without me as flagwife overhovering) and withdrew to a mindfulness yard. Against their sworn kindstarklessness, I could not help wit that one priest meeting Kaure (the same I had ere met) was Damaya, and the other Korasha.
While we waited too far to hear speech (although laughter, which boded a good omen), we beheld tide to outseek the bookminster. Hauronil shrove he had ere hithercome. Yet this was Indith and Leiendil’s first time, and even outquoth some unease since, under Holy Yaraesa’s rede, even starkness between Lashunta and Elf should fade, and I readily atake that is not easily forgotten. Less reckoned these priests and lorewardens with a wickedness to try right how far their sworn starklessness outstretched. Yet Oshis stood swy, wherein I read a deep thoughtfulness on livelihood in which manliness and wifeliness, Korasha and Damaya, recked not but instead worshipers strove for even fairness. I came arear my fathermate, yielded him his son, and kissed his antennae overhead.
Then I saw the old Korasha grandfather whomwith I had last talked, again reading on a teayard bench. Reckfully, his eyes shied, whereby he kenned me not and instead merely saw my ladylike gems and shroud. When I neared, he achesomely rose to yield the bench. Yet I stayed him and asked why he would not again share with me. The grandfather looked befuddled, whereat I led forth Aeosel and said he had last done me and my son a swainlike kindliness. The old man squinted again: ~A hare!~ - “The strong one!”
Though I tried to ease him, still he groveled, unwilling to unheed my ladyship, until Less jokingly becraved whether he was the old broken grandfather who had tried to bestray his flagwife. At this dare, the old Korasha straightened his hunched shoulders and answered he had lived too old to let such words from an oversapful youngster. Then Remaue instrode, shoved her thick bosom before the grandfather’s face, and bade him outname the teayard’s best brew. When she hugged his shoulder, he softened like treebutter. He then upbore Lanaryel and led us to the yardmistress, outspeaking the bookminster brewed a fitting cup, and that the priests were worthy folk, even against their kindstarklessness. We shared a cup, although the oldster too proudly withstood to share the bench, outwilling me, Remaue, and Indith to sit. I tried shaming him, deeming he wounded honor not letting us yield elder worship. Yet he proved so stubborn as my mother.
Kaure outcame, and our talk stilled to ask her deed. She swyly drank the tea I yielded and sat a long tide. At last she said: ~Ezimya lindaf~ - “We talked much,” whereat our askstorm broke. Our wifemate yelled peace, outlaying they had shared thoughtful godlore and that she would gladly come back to learn more. She bade we shall all again come on Treesong Eve for loreworship. Furthermore, she had told them of Vuael’s Night (which we had sorrily missed under yesteryear’s weather), and the priesthood deemed we shall watch that holinight here at the bookminster. I answered we must pray for open sky.
We took leave from the grandfather, thanking his tea rede. Against our gainsaith, he hurtfully knelt before Remaue and kissed her belly. ~Eayelvas zhozima zhia yanona, o yuea-rualvas,~ he wheedled: “If I were twenty years younger, I would yield love,” This word got a laughing kiss from our Remaue, and another merry dare from Less that the grandfather was trying to steal his mothermate. All Korasha then enwed a new bout of friendly bullying until we shed and blessed farewell, although we left not ere mild chide from the priesthood that such rough meanness misbroke the bookminster’s hallowness.
I witted Kaure still withheld thought, but forlet. Back home in our bower, I asked what haunted. She answered the priests in their talk had spoken of a gatherhood of wifely Korashe like her in the city, and whomto the bookminster sometimes outreaches. The priests had asked whether Kaure would meet them. Remaue and I swiftly answered it harkened a happy thing. Our stalwart wifemate, however, somewhy faltered. When we harried, she slowly answered the city’s Korashe, unlike the manly Damayas, own a harsh and wrathful nameworth. When we asked her thought, she stilled.
~O’eiesi reorya evanaf,~ she said softly, after a long breathtide: “I think I understand why.” Then her mighty shoulders slumped. We took her between our bosoms and soothed her heart so best as we could.

Recap: Lady Vaeol almost came to feud with the Spearcradle Outriderhood after inviting her wifemate Kaure to an outriders' drilltide.

Lashunta Words & Phrases:

• Damaya-Viras (masc): First Damaya
• Hani-zae (spir): three days
• Ziae (spir): after; hence
• O’illi (adv): will; shall
• Ryri (3rd-spir): is/are last
• Stya (spir acc): what
• Ayeiesis (2nd trans): you forethink
• Risassya Korashara (acc) fighting Korasha
• A das lomas (voc masc): all you men
• Dei (adv): interrogative particle
• Niris (2nd): you hear
• Vi (adv): of/about/at me
• Estamas (incl-masc perf): we stuck
• Mi-yei (adv): so now
• O’imi-dei (adv): not only
• Athala (comm): (in) Games
• Risayelise (2nd-fem depend): if/when you fight
• O: clause-marker
• Iheshya (spir acc): dare; challenge
• Sezya (spir ac): open; free
• Meavis (2nd-trans): you own
• A hare (voc fem): [you are] the strong one
• Ezimya (spir acc): much
• Lindaf (1st-trans perf): i/we spoke/talked
• Eayelvas (1st-masc depend): if I/we were
• Zhozima (comm): twenty
• Zhia (possess comm): year(s)
• Yanona (comm): younger
• Yuea-rualvas (1st-masc cond humb): I/we may/will love
• O’eiesi (adv): athought; thinkingly
• Reorya (spir acc): reason; why
• Evanaf (1st-trans) I/we understand