Random Lonya Bit June 22, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , trackbackI found a single page with this part of story written on it. I’m not sure if it was supposed to fit in chronologically with anything else that I had written, or what, but it was sort of interesting. :) At least, I thought so. And as this is my blog, you can have the fun of being subjected to it too.
For anyone unfamiliar with the story line, Tio is Anya’s older half-brother and has been missing in action for some years. Also, her name being Anya is really not related to my name being Anya.
Anyway… the story.
Aze Silme Orestel Sovereign of Aynoli
Elanna Mur’l'nian Ruler of Murnia
Anya Jleta Princess of Lonya
Silia G’Way Star of Gazigway
Eleanor White Sunshine of Riscon-Morg
Anya stared gloomily at the creamy sheet of parchment in her hand. The titles flowed across the page and looked magnificent, but she couldn’t see only the titles.
Ruler of Murnia. Ruler was a good, solid, honest word. It sounded like Murnia itself — a solid land, productive with labor and peopled with sturdy inhabitants. Murnia was an oasis of green farmland. But there was more behind the title than the land. There were the people.
They were people who were fiercely independent, but whom Monrag was trying to brutally crush. Like Declan’s family.
Anya rubbed her eyes with the tips of her fingers. Why?
Star of Gazigway. She resumed her thoughts after a moment, rolling a goblet around between her fingers. The delicate layering of silver filigree which held glio was a Gazigwayn marvel — and a carefully guarded secret, of course. It sparkled like stars in the light. That thought brought her back to the title Star of Gazigway. Anya frowned. It had to be changed. Far too many of the ‘gwayns still reverenced and worshiped the stars, and she didn’t want any of that; Lady of Gazigway would sound just was well. Lady — ah, yes, there was her trouble. She wanted the title of the one ruling Gazigway to begin with “Lord”, not “Lady”.
And Sovereign of Aynoli… that was the worst of all. Anya dropped the rock paperwight which she was holding onto the table. Sovereign of Aynoli.
Tio, where are you?
She had never expected him to go away, but to go away and not even mind-bridge — what had happened? It was agony.
Sovereign of Aynoli.
The words could not have drawn her attention more if they had been written in flaming letters.
And all she wanted was the title which was hers only informally: Princess of Lonya. Lonya, with all its green woods and icy creeks and starry sky in the middle of tree groves — that was hers, where she belonged. And the people in it — she belonged to them too. With them.
Anya sighed again and stood up. All of it was still her responsibility until Tio returned or Ay’hn saw fit to take it away, whether she desired it or not.
J’Sûl walked into the kitchen, careful not to interrupt the sunshine spilling in through the windows. “Hey, Aze.”
“Hey, J’Sûl,” she responded. He looked like he was ready to go somewhere; sturdy shoes, jeans… “Where are you going?”
“The falls at Crytona,” said J’Sûl quite solemnly.
“Cray Falls?” said Anya. “Who’re you going with?” She assumed that if he really wanted to be alone, he wouldn’t have come in for no other apparent purpose than to talk for a minute.
“Santiago’s coming.”
“Oh.” Anya didn’t dare say anything else for a moment, knowing that she’d burst into laughter. She pushed in the chair which she had been sitting in.
“What’s so funny?” asked J’Sûl, unable to restrain a smile of his own.
“It’s a philosopical trip to Cray Falls,” Anya answered, managing a fairly straight face.
J’Sûl slung his backpack down onto the floor and opened some cupboards. “Yes and –” BANG “–that’s why–” THUD “–we decided to see if you wanted — OW! — to come too.”
“Are you alright?” He had turned around and crashed his head against the cabinet door, which was swinging ajar.
J’Sûl looked sheepish. “Yeah.” He stowed the peanut butter in his backpack and looked expectantly at her.
“I’ll pack. Just wait a few minutes,” responded Anya.
She was running away. The thought hit her as she dashed up the stairs. Running away from responsibility, just as she had accused Lee of doing.
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Wow. Did you write this?
I like it!
I think what I appreciate the most about your stories is the fact that while the chronology (and even the plot) may be confusing due to the reader not having the completed picture, the characters really do stay the same. That is, you have created a distinct and recognizable personality for each of them.
Hi Anya!
Thanks for commenting! Sorry I haven’t been around lately! My Dad’s family has been visiting, (they’ve left now) and we were pretty busy. I really need to post, and I hope to do that tonight.
I like that excerpt. Very interesting - strongjoy was reading it over my shoulder and neither of us could stop laughing when we came to the YES - THUD - BANG - OW! part. I know how it feels to find a document from your book that you vaguely remember writing a while ago and not be able to place it. I have (I’m really bad about this) a very full folder on my computer labeled ‘various studies and drafts’ and I scarcely know what half of it is. Oh, well, I’ll figure it out someday. Hopefully.
Sincerely,
Namarie