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I got on the wrong train today and ended up in Brundall Gardens for 50 mins so I have to wait an extra hour when I get the train back to Norwich for the train I actually take home to turn up...
Still, beautiful station, and really nice weather
@ganbaremimi @https-true-egoist @psycho-zom-atic
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You know wherries are a thing if there's not a bridge right?
Anon, I'm deeply confused by this ask. I never said ferries aren't an option! However, there are not in fact any ferries along the route I care about.
#google suggests that there's a set of railroad lines called the wherry lines but that doesn't seem to fir the context#i am strongly considering a houseboat on the Hudson though
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Who wants a quick thing featuring whers. Or, well, a wher. Just a casual evening with a working wher and His.
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Jask would never be able to tell you how he felt about the arrival of spring. It brought with it a welcome move from the lakeside pastures and beasts that crawled from the water at night to hunt, and the kids were always adorable. But all the births in such a short time left his throat sore from humming, and the night’s wherries were bolder than all but the largest of his aquatic foes. Especially when there were small forms they could carry away if he wasn’t fast enough.
“You ready, bratlet?”
Not that the seasons would ever stop for him, whatever way he felt.
One wary, whirling eye on the water, the blue gave a long stretch on his way to his feet, letting an affirmative waft over His’s mind.
“Good! Let’s see if we can get this lot up the hill before the rain rolls in.” If there was anything Jask didn’t doubt- and the list was not very long, he had hatched out a worrier, kept on track at least half by Jakon’s reassuring presence in the back of his mind- it was that they would get their goats moved in good time. Twenty years of experience working the job together, plus Jakon’s ten before she’d bonded him, plus their presence in each other’s minds, made for a team that probably could have done the job in their sleep.
He passed the image her way, eyes shifting from anxious yellows to pleased blues at the sound of her laugh rolling over the pasture.
“Next year,” she promised, and he felt more than saw her grin as he rumbled his own amusement.
The job itself was simple. Way back as a youth Jask would have argued otherwise, lacking the experience to know when a cluster of does was going to break away, how quick of movements risked spooking the flock, how hard he could nudge a slow wether without sending it flying, but now. Now he had every advantage of age and experience, using his size to keep the stock together and their prey instincts to keep them moving. With Jakon singing herding songs in the lead, out of the pasture and up the rough road that rounded the near hill.
Mysk bugled down from its top, sending a sense of neighborly curiosity his way as Theirs each called out friendly greetings to the other pair. Jask sent back assurances as to the wellbeing of His, himself, and their flock with a low bugle, alongside his own questions as to her and hers. They were well, he was assured, the pair and the Holder’s quail all. By the time they slipped around and out of sight, it was with well wishes and assurances of safety and good behavior all around.
Their first hill of the warm weather seasons was the third of the road- truly the fifth if you counted both sides, but Jakon had assured him otherwise as a wherlet and he simply accepted it as the way things were. It was like the steps of an old dance, herding the goats into the old stone fence, being loaded down with a yoke of buckets, leaving Jakon to keep an eye on things as he ran to the creek to fill them. Repeat the last two steps until the troughs were full, see the yoke removed and replaced in the shelter up the hill. A job made easy through teamwork and knowledge.
“And to believe,” Jakon laughed in that smug way she always did after a job well done, rubbing the scar behind his eye like he enjoyed, “people tried to warn me off you.” Jask gave another pleased and amused rumble, eyes all blues and greens now the hard work was done. A vague sense of ‘fools and failures’, with nebulous images to emphasize, slipped between their minds as they settled down onto the grass and watched the goats get reacquainted with the area. Jakon laughed harder, leaning against his hips with legs outstretched so he could curl around and settle his head in her lap, pressing age old affection into her mind. Grinning, she pressed a kiss to his head. “Love you too, bratlet. Wouldn’t have another if my life was on the line.”
He didn’t doubt that either, not when he could feel it, or when he felt the exact same way. Sore throats and all.
And in the end, it couldn’t have been less than a candlemark before the first raindrops fell.
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A dreadful ferryman looks after the river crossing, Charon : appalling filthy he is, with a bush of unkempt white beard upon his chin, with eyes like jets of fire; and a dirty cloak draggles down, knotted about his shoulders. He poles the boat, he looks after the sails, he is all the crew of that rust-coloured wherry which takes the dead across--an ancient now, but a god's old age is green and sappy.
This is a passage from the Day-Lewis translation of Vergil's Aeneid, as I have been thinking about this post by @thegoatsongs about Jonathan and Arthur's journey on the river being like a katabasis, ie. the descent of the heroes into the Underworld in Classical mythology, though they themselves also play the role of Charon the ferryman and symbolize death.
Unlike Charon, they are wearing new fur coats and steering a modern steam launch, but otherwise, the imagery very much fits Jonathan, especially in terms of what the Romanians must be seeing at night when they turn on their electric lamp, like in this artwork by @mayhemchicken-artblog; in fact, here is Jack's description of Jonathan on October 3 after the blood baptism:
The poor fellow is overwhelmed in a misery that is appalling to see. Last night he was a frank, happy-looking man, with strong, youthful face, full of energy, and with dark brown hair. To-day he is a drawn, haggard old man, whose white hair matches well with the hollow burning eyes and grief-written lines of his face. His energy is still intact; in fact, he is like a living flame.
White hair, burning eyes of fire, looks like an ancient old man, but is full of youthful energy? That describes both Jonathan and Charon, and like Charon, the ferryman of dead souls to the afterlife, Jonathan is seeking to bring Dracula, who has been (un)dead and wandering the earth for centuries, over to the land of the dead where he rightfully belongs, despite his denial of the natural order of the world where all mortal souls must eventually pass on, as only the gods can live forever, and to defy that is hybris, in the Ancient Greek sense of the word.
Also, if you enjoy speculating that Jonathan may not be entirely human anymore, or the possibility of his becoming a vampire himself, consider how he would fit this specific description of Charon even more closely if he were to be immortal and wander the rivers at night forever, eventually growing a white beard, his fur coat rotting into a ragged cloak, manning the boat alone after Arthur is long gone, and slowly gliding over the dark water with a pole once the furnace can no longer burn its own fire.
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Nearly 4 million Americans lack health insurance because of a 2012 Supreme Court decision that allowed states to opt out of the Affordable Care Act’s Medicaid expansion. In the coming weeks, Congress has a chance to clean up the mess the court’s decision created.
To understand what Congress can do now, it is useful to review how we got here. The Affordable Care Act required all state Medicaid programs to cover people with incomes up to 138 percent of the poverty line (currently just under $19,000 per year for a single person). Because all states participate in Medicaid, a joint state-federal program that provides health insurance to low-income people and people with disabilities, this provision was expected to ensure that all poor and near-poor Americans had access to affordable health insurance.
It did not turn out that way. A group of states sued, arguing that requiring them to expand Medicaid to this group of enrollees was unconstitutionally coercive. There were strong arguments against the states’ position, notably that participating in Medicaid remained voluntary for states and that Congress had routinely expanded Medicaid to new groups in the past. But the Supreme Court disagreed and allowed states to opt out of covering this low-income group.
Today, 12 states, mostly in the South, have not expanded Medicaid, even though expansion commands strong public support and the federal government would pay 90 percent of the cost (and more initially). As a result, non-elderly adults below the poverty line in these states, more than half of whom are Black or Hispanic, typically have no path to affordable insurance coverage. And while people just above the poverty line are generally eligible for subsidized coverage through the Affordable Care Act’s marketplaces, that coverage comes with higher out-of-pocket costs and, until recently, higher premiums than Medicaid coverage.
An irony of the court’s decision is that it created a “natural experiment” that has allowed researchers to obtain a remarkably clear picture of the consequences of Medicaid expansion by comparing trends in states that did and did not adopt expansion. This work has found that expanding Medicaid sharply increased insurance coverage. That, in turn, improved access to health care and, ultimately, health outcomes. Notably, economists Sarah Miller, Norman Johnson and Laura Wherry have estimated that Medicaid expansions averted around 19,000 deaths from 2014 through 2017, and that number has surely continued to grow in the intervening years.
Medicaid coverage virtually eliminates exposure to out-of-pocket health costs, so Medicaid expansions have also substantially improved financial security for low-income families, which has manifested in ways as varied as improved access to credit and lower eviction rates. Nor have the new Medicaid enrollees themselves been the only beneficiaries. Hospitals located in Medicaid expansion states saw their uncompensated care burdens fall dramatically as their uninsured patients gained coverage.
Congress could bring similar benefits to the 12 holdout states by stepping in and covering these states’ low-income residents directly. Legislation the House passed last fall would have expanded eligibility for subsidized marketplace coverage to people with incomes below the poverty line in states that have not expanded Medicaid. That legislation would also have ensured that these enrollees (and enrollees just above the poverty line who already qualify for subsidized Marketplace coverage) were eligible for coverage with minimal premiums and out-of-pocket costs comparable to what Medicaid offers.
Recent press reports indicate that congressional Democrats are making a final effort to reach agreement on a slimmed-down reconciliation package. There appears to be broad agreement on including provisions to reduce the prices of prescription drugs, which could in turn be used to finance measures that would expand insurance coverage and make coverage more affordable.
If such a package comes together, there is a significant likelihood that it will include an extension of the enhanced marketplace subsidies that Congress enacted in 2021, which are scheduled to expire at the end of this year. This step has a strong policy and political rationale: it would help preserve recent coverage gains, while averting big premium hikes – many borne by low- and moderate-income enrollees – that would become apparent just before this fall’s elections.
However, unless Congress simultaneously expands eligibility for subsidized marketplace coverage to people below the poverty line in states that have not expanded Medicaid, this step would do nothing for most of the people left behind by the court’s 2012 decision. Considering the proven benefits of insurance coverage for low-income Americans’ health and financial security, we owe them better than that.
Matthew Fiedler is a senior fellow with the USC-Brookings Schaeffer Initiative for Health Policy.
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Real name Janae Wherry, the St. Louis rapper has come onto the scene with a co-sign from Nicki Minaj with her song that went viral on TikTok called "Poundtown." Wherry is known for wearing all red, making her affiliation with the Bloods known.
She previously received controversy for her line of lipglosses based on her stds, with names like Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, and Yellow Discharge, as well as encouraging fans to dox a woman.
She also made some noise with her lyrics: "I heard you want ah STUD I got the STD all I need is U 💋 ."
She just gave birth to a daughter and has a son from a previous relationship with a man currently in prison. She's also made her endorsement of Trump known.
Some people say she's a refreshing dose of authenticity in a world of plastic photoshopped IG models and unattainable celebrities, others like that she seems familiar, reminding them of their ain't-shit cousin at the family union, while others feel she is a plant pushed to reinforce the most negative stereotype of a black woman, and that her sudden rise to popularity hasn't been authentic in the way some are claiming.
An article recently came out, titled Apple, Larry Jackson, And The $1 Billion: The Machine Helping Program Sexyy Red. In it, it says that while Wherry remains signed to Rebel Music, her first debut project, "Hood Hottest Princess," was released through Open Shift Distribution and Gamma Records. Chicago-based Gamma Records is an independent record label founded by former Apple Music executive Larry Jackson, 42, and connected to artists like Snoop Dogg, Usher and Rick Ross. Podcaster Joe Budden has implied that Drake has ownership stake in Gamma Records, and him constantly promoting her likely could be tied to that.
A social media user named The Moguldom Nation made a post, saying "She's with Drake because of Larry Jackson who used to work with Drake at Apple. Everything you see isn't organic. And if the machine behind Sexyy Red has a billion dollars of capital to program Black culture, that should come with a commensurate level of responsibility and accountability."
Sa-Roc, a female rapper from D.C., rapped in her song "Something Real":
Not a fan of the music moguls
They'll bury your light with a stereotype
Then defend their right to quote you
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Southern Rivers - Day 7
Saturday, 8th July 2023
Wind SW 10mph Lots of sun, cloud later Temp 28°C
Total distance sailed 14.66 miles
Breakfast in the clubhouse took an age and was served by a very grumpy waitress. Departed RN&SYC at 1105 taking our friend, Terry, with us for the ride back to Oulton Broad. Dropped her off at The Wherry Hotel.
We then cleared away the fenders and lines and hoisted full sail and set off in pursuit of the others. We caught them just before Dutch Tea Gardens. Starshell, with Paul & Ruth, sailed on as they are staying south in Hardley Dyke for a month. We and Moon Daisy stopped for lunch.
After lunch, raised sail and attempted to sail in the dying breeze. Moon Daisy gave up and started motor sailing and we followed suit shortly afterwards. Forewarned by Starshell that Somerleyton Bridge was not functioning, we dropped our sails and our mast into low crutches. We stayed in low crutches under the bridge and then under Haddiscoe Bridge. Attempted to raise the mast on the run but couldn’t get the mast gate closed. Once again we had the topping lift and the forestay caught behind the hounds. Stopped at Reedham lay-by moorings and, with Jimmy’s help, managed to get it sorted. Carried on down the Yare to link up with Pippinjack and Evergreen at Polkey’s Mill. A sociable evening cut short with our boats disappearing with the falling tide. It was a long drop to the deck! Rain overnight.
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Card: The Sun - Reversed
The sun was setting on the Thames, and the rays of sun fginted off the Thames,, making Ralegh's eyes tighten. As he loked out over the river, he watched hundreds of wherries bobbing frantically in the crowded waters. The majority of them were samller than his current craft and carried a varied number of cargo and passengers. He watched the wherrymen frantically row, drerssing in sullied rags. Cargo with large crates, ---------
He was headed back from his meeting at the Tower of London. Since he had returned to Lodon, he had been on strict business trying to tie up loose ends of his most recent enterprise. Ships had like earilier this year out of PLymouhth, and he had intended to join with them. The ocean had other plans, and he turned hium back on May 6th.
Ralegh had been dejected. Of ourse he oversaw the venture, secured the funds and favors of investors around the Royal Court, but he felt inclined to join for two main reasons.
The first being that, wITHOUT HIS DERICT INVOLVEMNET IN THE VOYAGE, HE MAY NOT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SECURE THE TRUST OF HIS INVESTORS. Sure he had been able to talk his way in and out of the favor of the queen, his eloquence was well known, and his investors even knew that. But there came a time when you had to put oyur money where your mouth has- give some legs to the ideas you;ve been pouting in with grandoiusa imagery. By joining on the expedition, his finicaciers knew that he wasn't just the idealist, but the executioneers.
Policital enemies of his would even be inclinded to patron his voyages. Not only from the very solid track record of his exploits, but at the very least they could hope for his very death. Death was a common part of these voyages. If his opponents could not only make a profit, but could win his death as an added bonus, they certainly would sign right up.
But it was with great pain that Ralegh had to return from the voyage. Off the coast of dreaded spain, right off of the contended rock of gibraltor, a storm ahd struck their fleet and killed a few. They had lost a few key members of their trip, along with suastained damage to the hull of a few of their key ships, The GOLD MAID and CenterPiece. The next day they had sailed back to heir launch point in Plymouth, England.
Now Ralegh was back, tradded his seafaring vessel for that of the Durham House Wherry. His ego was knocked, like taking a big horse from a man and then giving him a pony to ride. He knew he was just in his head about this all, but in this very moment, it played in his head. The feeling of being the head of this little wherry seemed a promonition for his recent luck, one he would not let continue to take a downward turn. At least, as he looked out over the crowded Thames, he could find comfort in that his boat stood among the biggest of the peasant's small crafts.
Traveling downrivier on the Thames was a lot quicker than just upward trudge to the tower.
Now on his returnal back to Durham, he felt split between to the things that made London, well, London.
On his right were all the riverside estates of nobles. The lanicasters of Harrowhall, The starks in House Winchester, the carrigans in Longhouse. Each estate known for their lavish furnishings, riverside garden sancutaries and artchetecture of historic reverence. Further down these house, along the river Thames, lied Ralegh's house of DUrham.
Though the other noble houses may have been bigger, or fancier, or held in more historic regard, Ralegh knew his house of Durham was the envy of many others.
While the old house of Durham wasn't the most eloquent, it was one of the houses closer to the Royal Court of the Queen. When she granted him residence of that house, everyone knew why. She had favorewd him, and wanted to keep him close.
All the houses lining the Thames, as if impatiently in line to get the WHitehall palace, and each person in line doing whatever it could take. Whitehall palace had been buitl 100 years ago, and the queen had been residing there for over since hear reign.
Within the past 60 years the palace of Whitehall had expanded to become an asbsaolutel marvel. After the coronation of Henry VII, he expanded upon it to make it an exattraavagant and explansicve. Many nights it wouldn host the members of the royal court with plays, feasts and galas wheere the nobles connected and grew their wealth. If you were admitted entrance to Whitehall, not only were you going to have a good time, but you would mingle upon some of the highest social strata of the time.
So of course, when the Queen granted Ralegh residence of the house almost ten year ago, but a few house down the street from Whitehall, other nobles grew envious.
Every time on the Thames, when Ralegh could see the proximity of Durham to the palace, it filled him with joy. It may have not been the nicest house, but it was certainly one of the most important.
But to the left of Ralegh lied what seemed the opposite of the vying social powers and ridoiculous games the civilized nobles played. To his left lied what many considered the underbelly of the city, the area of SOuthwark.
Southwark was the seedy underbelly of london, wherre the savage side of humanity was let free. It was a district of pleasure and savagery.
In it laid taverns infamous for drinking and gambling. There were the modern day roman colosuems, were many a man would catch a game of bear or dog baiting, and maybe even gamble a bit.
In southwark also lied one of the most famous playhouses in the country, know as the Globe. You but a few pennies you could watch some of the baudiest comedies to dare be performed in public. In the mud-floored theaters filled with the stench of hundreds of peasants, you would be shown the minds of playwrights high and low. Ralegh's good friend Kit Marlowe had had a few plays preformed there, along with Ben Johnson and a guy called William Shakespeare.
Beyond Southwark lied nothing but swampland. A decaying land that hovered just beyong the depravity of civilization. many of the relgioous types loved that image. They claimed that in that district of sin, the ruin beyond would soon reclaim it. The ministers of london thoguht it best that southwark break off from the city, floating into the dcayed wasteland the lied beyond it.
What self-righteous talk, Ralegh thought to himself. He himself had seen a few nobles there themselves, the very ones of defamed and blasphemized that rotted realm. The least the could do was have a bit of honesty about their comings and goings to it.
The boat shuttled along, other wherries recognizing it's noble design and weaving their ways around it. It made a straightway past the realm of the right and debaucherous left straight to the landing dock of it's destination, Durham House.
On the dock stood the estate's high steward, surrounded by a group of lesser butlers and dockworkers to receive Ralegh and his crew. As the wherry approached the docks, the boatworkers stood around the perimeter with ropes in their hands and silent determination before throwing them to the counterparts on the gangway.
Everyone on the docks dutifully caught their ropes and leaned back on them, leveraging all their bodyweight to pull the wherry in. Some shouted commands at their peers as others sweated in labour, and the boat began aligning with the dock. Above it all stood Ralegh, starting directly at the high house steward, who silently smiled back.
When the boat docked, dockworkers came with a small set of stairs and created an east way for Ralegh to exit the boat. He stepped off the boat, making sure not to ruddy his shoes, and walked up the dock to join the high steward, leaving the commotion of the dockworkers on the dock behind him as he ascending through Durham's portgate.
Good evening Lord Ralegh. I trust your business at the Tower went well?
It was fine
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periodic elements + fruits, nuts and seeds BUT excluding "u"
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Showbiz Nationals, Anaheim CA 2020: RESULTS
Sapphire:
Mini Solo
1st: Taylor Godlewski-’My Heart’
2nd: Sydney Johnson-’Fergalicious’
3rd: Emma Walters-’Countdown’
4th: Kylee Densmore-’Shake Your Tail Feather’
5th: Mila Garg-’Somewhere Over the Rainbow’
6th: Brooklyn Guerrero-’Lip Gloss’
7th: Kimiko Evans-’That’s Not My Name’
8th: Sloane Schuster-’When I Grow Up’
10th: June Khoury-’Junie In A Bottle’
Mini Duet/Trio
1st: Hadley Berokoff, Taylor Godlewsk-‘Secret Chord’
2nd: Kimiko Evans, Sydney Johnson, Sloane Schuster-‘Single Ladies’
Mini Small Group
1st: ‘Peanut Butter Jelly Time’
Mini Large Group
1st: ‘Broadway Babies’
2nd: ‘Once Upon A Time’
Petite Solo
2nd: Kailee Lozano-’What You Know About Me’
3rd: Everly Fritchle-’Hallelujah’
7th: Ava Richardson-’Bippity Boppity Boo’
8th: Noelle Khoury-’What A Feeling’
Petite Duo/Trio
6th: June Khoury, Noelle Khoury-‘Sisters’
Petite Small Group
3rd: ‘Humble and Kind’
6th: ‘Grace’
Petite Large Group
7th: ‘Jailhouse Rock’
10th: ‘Disturbia’
Pre-Junior Solo
7th: Brielyn Diluigi-’Party Girl’
8th: Harlee Lozano-’Cold As Ice’
9th: Vienna Balta-’Kill the Lights’
10th: Kylie Acosta-’Technologic’
Junior Solo
5th: Riley Stem-’Life of the Party’
8th: Kelsey Pastian-’Forget About the Boy’
Junior Large Group
1st: ‘One Jump’
5th: ‘Kite’
Pre-Teen Solo
5th: Elizabeth Stewart-’Ashes’
Teen Solo
1st: Sara Nejad-’Lips Are Movin’
2nd: Haley Tran-’Oh So Quiet’
6th: Nazanin Shafie-’Emergency’
9th: Callie Hansen-’Bang Them Sticks’
Teen Small Group
3rd: ‘Prisoners’
5th: ‘Gold Dust’
Teen Large Group
1st: ‘Standing There’
Pre-Senior Solo
1st: Nicole Phillips-’Your Day Will Come’
Ruby:
Petite Solo
1st: Cece Chung-’And I Am Telling You’
2nd: Nyla Mccarthy-’Wind It Up’
5th: Peyton Kleveno-’Beat Shakes Up My Heart’
7th: Avery Wilkinson-’Never Enough’
8th: Kyle Chen-’Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’
9th: Charlotte Howerton-’Lollipop’
10th: Ella Strunz-’Respect’
Petite Duet/Trio
1st: Nyla Mccarthy, Ella Strunz, Graycen Weeda-‘Beat It’
2nd: Isabella Schmidt-Yu, Kayden Sellars, Lily Wei-Ten-‘Three Blind Mice’
4th: Charlotte Howerton, Audrina Mossembekker, Kennadie Wright-‘Yacht Club Swing’
5th: Cece Chung, Charlotte Howerton, Mila Madriles-‘Riding Dirty’
6th: Malia Drown, Natalya Kokos, Avery Wilkinson-‘Wash That Man’
Petite Small Group
2nd: ‘Boujee Girls’
3rd: ‘Black Cat’
4th: ‘Jet Set’
7th: ‘Hopelessly Devoted’
8th: ‘Silent Night’
10th: ‘Itsy Bitsy Spider’
Petite Large Group
1st: ‘Tightrope’
2nd: ‘Yesterday’
4th: ‘Santa Maria’
Petite Line
1st: ‘Icon’
Pre-Junior Solo
1st: Madelyn Rose Nasu-’Hearts Beat As 1′
2nd: Alexandra Collins-’Britney’
6th: Makenzie Rowland-’Rise Up’
7th: Olivia Lycett-’All Eyes On Me’
8th: Taylor Johnson-’Like I’m Gonna Lose You’
Junior Solo
5th: Audrey Kang-’Black Hole Sun’
7th: Romina Tran-’Hunter’
Pre-Teen Solo
6th: Kelsey Gampol-’Good Woman’
7th: Hanna Wherry-’Blame Game’
10th: Alexa Hedlund-’Egyptian Lover’
Teen Large Group
2nd: ‘Lost Without You’
10th: ‘Darkness’
Pre-Senior Solo
9th: Daniel Stankovich-’End Of the Line’
Diamond:
Petite Solo
1st: Audrina Mossembekker-’Fields of Gold’
2nd: Avery Olson-’Monster’
3rd: Dylan Reuss-’Lost Boy’
6th: Charlotte Delong-’Safe and Sound’
7th: Leighton Godlewski-’Hold Your Hand’
8th: Liana Li-’New York New York’
9th: Charlotte Watters-’You’re Beautiful’
Petite Duet/Trio
1st: Leighton Godlewski, Liana Li-‘Fly’
2nd: Brinley Lowe, Avery Olson, Dylan Reuss-‘Snow White’
5th: Cerys Cogswell, Charlotte Delong, Morgan Turner-‘Circus’
Petite Small Group
1st: ‘Bad Romance’
3rd: ‘Out of this World’
5th: ‘Find Me’
6th: ‘Let There Be Peace’
Petite Large Group
1st: ‘Poker Face’
3rd: ‘Carry That Weight’
6th: ‘Diamonds Are Forever’
Pre-Junior Solo
1st: Esme Lee-’Blackbird’
3rd: Jillian Mahan-’Ladies to the Floor’
4th: Alyssa Mastroianni-’Crippled Bird’
9th: Ariel Lantz-Loza-’Wonder’
10th: Grace Howerton-’Entertain You’
Junior Solo
6th: Brooke Edwards-’Yellow Brick Road’
7th: Arabella Kim-’Unchained’
10th: Kylie Gonzalez-’Take Me To Church’
Junior Duet/Trio
2nd: Alyssa Mastroianni, Brady Reuss, Sara Von Rotz-‘Memory’
7th: Jaidyn Alefosio, Kaylee Bish, Addy Morgan-‘Disco’
Junior Small Group
3rd: ‘Breaking Dishes’
4th: ‘I Was Broken’
Junior Large Group
2nd: ‘Little Bird’
3rd: ‘Sushi’
5th: ‘Lionheart’
6th: ‘Falling In Love’
Pre-Teen Solo
1st: Hope Edwards-’Keeping Me Down’
3rd: Mackenzie Kleveno-’Beats’
5th: Delaney Bojorquez-’Tessellate’
7th: Ashlyn Blanpied-’Fever’
Teen Solo
1st: Sammi Chung-’Eight’
4th: Olivia Magni-’Moonlight Sonata’
6th: Morgan Landrigan-’Trainwreck’
10th: Presslie Novits-’Let Me Entertain You’
Teen Small Group
2nd: ‘Ramalama’
4th: ‘River’
6th: ‘I Gave You All’
7th: ‘Maneater’
Teen Large Group
7th: ‘Two Slow Dancers’
Pre-Senior Solo
2nd: Berlynn Gonzalez-’Lover Please Stay’
Senior Solo
1st: Reese Willis-’Godspeed’
10th: Aleialanee Ponce De Leon-’Love Song’
Senior Small Group
2nd: ‘Boom POW’
7th: ‘Gravity’
Senior Large Group
2nd: ‘Tethered’
Battle:
Ruby Petite Duet/Trio
2nd: Nyla Mccarthy, Ella Strunz, Graycen Weeda-‘Beat It’
Diamond Petite Duet/Trio
1st: Leighton Godlewski, Liana Li-‘Fly’
Diamond Junior Duet/Trio
1st: Alyssa Mastroianni, Brady Reuss, Sara Von Rotz-‘Memory’
Grand Finals:
Sapphire:
5th: ‘One Jump’
Ruby:
Petite Small Group
1st: ‘Boujee Girls’
Petite Large Group
1st: ‘Tightrope’
Teen Large Group
2nd: ‘Lost Without You’
Line
1st: ‘Icon’
Diamond:
Petite Small Group
1st: ‘Bad Romance’
Petite Large Group
1st: ‘Poker Face’
Junior Small Group
5th: ‘Breaking Dishes’
Junior Large Group
2nd: ‘Little Bird’
Teen Small Group
1st: ‘Ramalama’
Teen Large Group
5th: ‘Two Slow Dancers’
Senior Small Group
1st: ‘Boom POW’
Senior Large Group
4th: ‘Tethered’
Title:
Sapphire Mini
Sydney Johnson
Sapphire Petite
Kailee Lozano
Sapphire Junior
Slater Gilbert
Sapphire Teen
Haley Tran
Ruby Petite
Nyla Mccarthy
Ruby Pre-Junior
Alexandra Collins
Ruby Pre-Senior
Daniel Stankovich
Diamond Pre-Junior
Jillian Mahan
Diamond Pre-Teen
Mackenzie Kleveno
Solo Icon:
Sapphie Mini
Sydney Johnson-Jazz
Taylor Godlewski-Lyrical
Sapphire Petite
Kailee Lozano-Jazz
Sapphire Junior
Slater Gilbert-Hip Hop
Sapphire Teen
Sara Nejad-Jazz
Ruby Petite
Cece Chung-Lyrical
Nyla Mccarthy-Jazz
Ruby Pre-Junior
Alexandra Collins-Jazz
Madelyn Rose Nasu-Musical Theater
Ruby Junior
Audrey Kang-Jazz
Ruby Pre-Teen
Hanna Wherry-Contemporary
Kelsey Gampol-Jazz
Diamond Petite
Audrina Mossembekker-Lyrical
Avery Olson-Jazz
Diamond Pre-Junior
Jillian Mahan-Jazz
Esme Lee-Musical Theater
Diamond Pre-Teen
Mackenzie Kleveno-Jazz
Hope Edwards-Contemporary
Diamond Teen
Sammi Chung-Jazz
Presslie Novits-Musical Theater
Sammi Chung-Contemporary
Diamond Pre-Senior
Berlynn Gonzalez-Contemporary
Diamond Senior
Reese Willis-Contemporary
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Sometimes, a complete human skull or an entire skeleton pushes its way out of the foreshore. In 2009, a mudlark found a partially submerged skull at low tide on the Isle of Dogs. It was removed by the police and once they had concluded it wasn't a recent death, they passed it to the Museum of London. It was radio carbon dated to c. 1735-1805, a time when the area was largely empty, save for a line of windmills that stood beside the river on its western side. Archaeologists returned to the site eight months later and found the mostly complete skeleton of what turned out to be a twelve year old girl, who had been buried in a hole, deliberately dug into the foreshore, close to the low tide level. This made excavation difficult. It meant they had about an hour, when the tide was at its lowest, to lift the remains. Every time a boat passed, the site was swamped by the waves and the bones risked floating away, so they worked quickly, lifting and photographing each bone one at a time until the little girl was finally free of her cold and lonely grave. Her life and death remain a mystery. Whether she was killed by accident or murdered, whoever desposed of her body had gone to great lengths to ensure she was not found.
Bodies found their way into the river in all kinds of ways. Georgian and Victorian London was notoriously dangerous and people disappeared easily. Corpses could be disposed of with no trouble at all in the stinking body of water that flowed through the capital, and the Thames was a useful conspirator. It swallowed the bodies of elderly relatives to save their families the shame of a pauper's funeral, and centuries earlier, it hid those of plague victims from terrified neighbours. Even taking a wherry from one side of the river to the other was fraught with danger. Slippery stairs and jetties, poor lighting, and often an excess of ale or gin meant that many simply fell in and were washed away with the city's refuse. People fell from the ships and barges that moored along the Thames, ropes tripped the unwary, and wooden decks became slippery in the rain. Sailors with a belly full of grog from nearby taverns often fell in: it was considered bad luck for a sailor to know how to swim, and many found themselves welcomed into Davy Jones's riverine locker sooner than they had expected. The battles that have taken place along the Thames also added to the river's burden. The Romans fought the Britons on its banks, Viking raiders sailed up river to attack the Saxons from their longboats, and the great Iceni queen Boudicca laid siege to Roman London in AD 60, slaughtering every man, woman and child in her path. There are the bones of Napoleonic prisoners who died on board the prison hulks in the 18th century, and Second World War pilots whose planes crashed in the wide expanse of the estuary.
Every century has added more victims of warfare to the river. Their bodies sank down into the muddy water and tumbled away with the tide, swollen flesh separated from bones, rings slipped from fingers, shoes were pulled off feet, knives fell from belts, and swords slid from hands. Clothes worked free from the corpses and became embedded in the thick mud. As the fabric rotted, clusters of buckles, buttons, cufflinks, and brooches were left behind for mudlarks to find. Often the tide and currents swept the bodies many miles away from where they fell when they first entered the water. Some were never found, sucked down into the mud or washed far out to sea. I've been told stories of corpses found in the estuary, filled with river shrimp and crabs, and others so bloated they were mistaken for armchairs.
~ Mudlarking: Lost and Found on the River Thames // Lara Maiklem
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Young midshipman Percival Keene finds himself adrift with the drunken bumboat woman Peggy Pearson after the rope securing their small craft to Percival's frigate breaks.
But although I was cold and shivering, and worn out with watching, and tired with holding the lines by which the wherry was steered, I felt almost happy at the return of day. I looked down upon my companion in the boat; she lay sound asleep, with her head upon the basket of tobacco-pipes, her bonnet wet and dripping, with its faded ribbons hanging in the water, which washed to and fro, at the bottom of the boat, as it rolled and rocked to the motion of the waves; her hair had fallen over her face, so as almost to conceal her features; I thought that she had died during the night, so silent and so breathless did she lie. The waves were not so rough now as they had been, for the flood tide had again made; and as the beams of the morning sun glanced on the water, the same billows which appeared so dreadful in the darkness appeared to dance merrily.
I felt hungry; I took up a red herring from one of the baskets, and tore it to pieces with my teeth. I looked around me in every quarter to see if there was any vessel in sight, but there was nothing to be seen but now and then a screaming sea-gull. I tried to rouse my companion by kicking her with my foot; I did not succeed in waking her up, but she turned round on her back, and her hair falling from her face, discovered the features of a young and pretty person, apparently not more than nineteen or twenty years old; her figure was slight and well formed.
Young as I was, I thought it a pity that such a nice-looking person — for she still was so, although in a state of disorder and very dirty — should be so debased by intoxication; and as I looked at the bladder, still half full of spirits, I seized it with an intention to throw it overboard, when I paused at the recollection that it had probably saved my life during the night, and might yet be required.
— Frederick Marryat, Percival Keene
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Survey: P.E.R.N. Summary
So, to begin: Pern is an acronym now. Of course it is. What a dumb reveal.
And, to further begin: “this pernicious system” is in the first line of the story, and that really ought to be the name of this blog.
Briefly: A team of people have been sent by the government (?) to look at interesting solar systems to see if they are habitable or useful for commercial interests. The story focuses on the exploration of this one habitable planet with weird dead patches on it. The team finds the planet is pretty much fine. They discover some plants and animals. (This is exciting if you can recognize them already.) Then they leave.
The Characters
Castor: he/him, no field given except perhaps Captain.
Shavva: she/her, biologist, “latent qualities as a nexialist,” doubling as a botanist. “Now the default leader of the understaffed team.” the viewpoint character?
Ben Turnien: he/him, geologist with some chemist in him.
Sevvie Asturias: ?, paleontologist-medic, deceased
Flora Neveshan: ?, zoologist-botanist, deceased
Terbo: ?, zoologist-chemist, deceased
Beldona: ?, second pilot and archaeologist, deceased
Mo Tan Liu: he/him, nexialist, “[will] investigate whatever remaining aspects of the planet they had time to consider.”
The Events
The short story/ramble begins with Castor being pissy. (Get used to it, it’s his only character trait.) He and Shavva are having a conversation about the approach their vessel is on to their target, the third planet of a system. Shavva mentions that they will be entering normal to the ecliptic (sci-fi speak for at a right angle to the plane the planets orbit in) so they will only get to investigate the one planet, not the “heavy-weight planets” (super-earths? neptunian icey boys? gas giants? unclear) or the Oort cloud.
~ foreshadowing ~
Castor uses the word “fardles.” This is a future word for “fucking hell.” The two of them bicker about having to “double up” on investigatory duties during a trip to the surface. Ben pipes in with punchy comment that leads Castor to almost-mention that four people have died on this mission already. Two died (Flora, Sevvie) just on the last planet visited; this planet was acronymed D.E., dead end. Terbo was killed a while back, on a planet with Intelligent Life Found. Beldona died on a world Good Only For Large, Diversified Interests. Four people have died on this tour while previously they had been through four other missions unharmed. The system they are entering is identified as Rukbat; this is fifth of seven scheduled stops.
Castor can’t go down to the surface because his leg is broken. He appoints himself the holder-down-of-the-fort, and he’ll analyze all the samples and stuff the rest of the team sends back. Liu jumps in at this time (he didn’t get a line earlier, before “the four remaining team members each vividly recalled” some people dying, which is sloppy), saying he’s going to send some probes to look at the planet he’s nicknamed Numero Tres. He adds that “Federated Sentient Planets” needs to be sent a report about the recent deaths, which Castor does huffily.
Shavva does offer to do it, but Castor wants to gripe while he does it.
The Oort cloud is mentioned again. I should add that, unlike Kuiper belts, Oort clouds completely envelop solar systems on all sides; the ship should have been able to analyze the section of the cloud they zipped through even if it was on the normal.
Ben talks about a “space virus” theory of planetary death and/or Oort cloud existence. Two of the planets they had visited this mission had had life but was stripped: Ben acknowledges he has no idea about one, but the other he theorizes to have been sterilized by repeated asteroid impacts. Ben thinks the space virus thing is bunk; Castor teases him about a Hoyle Wickramansingh theory; Ben thinks it’s bunk; Liu says yeah but that one fits all the particulars -- “What we really need is one in the process of being stripped.”
~ foreshadowing ~
I’d like to note that these theories are never mentioned again, despite being the obvious answer to a mystery presented on the next page.
There is a bit of narration as we learn a touch more about the mission and the people. Their specialties are introduced, their organization is introduced, and there is a brief overview of what sort of life and geology they will be looking for. Shavva mourns that she joined the Exploration and Evaluation Corps for the cool discoveries but didn’t expect to see her friends die.
The specialties, by the way, are weird? Like Ben is supposedly, after a ten-day whirlwind tour, supposed to be able to tell the geologic history of the planet for the last million years, and possibly find evidence of mass extinctions. Uh..... what? Did AM not know that mass extinctions are hard to find? In fact we kind of discovered a new one like, last year? Also Shavva is supposedly going to be able to make decent guesses as to whether native pollinators will be able to handle human crops, and whether things are majorly toxic. That... is not how ecology or toxicology work.
Also, I’d like to make another note: the deaths mentioned frequently throughout the story don’t amount to anything. They add Zero meaning to the story; it would progress no differently with the team was originally composed of four members, not eight.
Anyway, the probe data comes back, and it’s all the Pern stuff -- .9 G gravity, oceans, land, vegetation. Some volcanoes in a “chain of islands extending from the southern hemisphere” (that’s a foreshadow) and... oops, some weird circles? The pictures the probe sends back show barren “groups of circular patches, like ripples overlapping each other”. Ben thinks it might be a fungus.
The narration says Castor blames himself for the deaths, earlier, and that’s why he’s mean. Boo-hoo.
We cut to Shavva landing the shuttle in a grassland that seems suspiciously like the Landing field. Shavva thinks the terrain and air and such are quite nice and unspoiled, and the team begins to take measurements. The find nothing amiss with the barren soil, and note that plants are beginning to re-take the earth. Shavva notes “Great wind systems on this planet,” as if she’s visited the whole thing and not just one field. The team begins to hop west, chasing the sun, taking samples and soil cores and venture a bit inland to take rock cores. The planet doesn’t seem to have much “easily accessible ore or mineral wealth.”
They overnight at a beautiful cove that seems suspiciously like the location of Cove Hold. They same some algae, remark upon exoskeleton-having marine life, and find a motile fungus (???). They spot larger creatures in the water, then build a fire to keep themselves warm, and also to attract bugs. Liu seems disturbed that they haven’t found any large land animals yet.
Ben says they saw fat flying creatures earlier, those count. Liu disagrees. He thinks the ecology is missing elements. (You’re right, Liu. I like you.)
The next day, they go on to the ice caps and take some cores, then they head off to the norther of the two continents. Liu is worried about not seeing large animals and Shavva avoids a “reptiloid” animal... which is 10 cm wide and 7m long. Um.... Anne? That’s more than 21 feet. That’s a Large Animal. Also Liu calls the birds “wherries” because he recalls the name of a kind of barge. There is an unclear number of species; “two identifiable types” are mentioned, but it’s unclear whether that’s two species or large wherry and then some small ones or one big and one small. They find bugs, “a thousand types”, and eggs. (Dragonet eggs.)
They go to a tar pit and find 50kya ruminant fossils. Also apparently the grass isn’t grass? It’s not silica-rich, so why would ruminants have evolved anyway. Confusing and bad. (Anyway, this 50kya number is important: it is when I estimate thread began falling.)
Also, they find a “diamond pipe” in a rift valley fault. Shavva takes a hunk of diamond the size of her fist. (What was that about no mineral wealth?? Apparently diamonds aren’t valuable anymore, the galactic economy uses different cool gems now. Probably a lowkey shout-out to the Crystal Singers series.)
Ben, Liu, and Shavva talk a little bit more about how pleasant Numero Tres is to work on; Liu isn’t fully convinced there isn’t a problem, but he grudgingly agrees that yeah, this planet at least has earned an initial P.E., Parallel Earth. The team goes north and stops on Ista island. They find a tiny horrible creature who is my baby now who has no mouth and at least two tentacles, who gets spined by a needlethorn. The team packs up the spent needlethorn for analysis.
That night, as they prepare to send the day’s samples to Castor, Liu finds some glow-fungus. It’s cute. He calls it “Some kind of luminous variety of mycelium” which is a really weird way to say “glowing fungus.” Then, interrupting Liu playing peekaboo with the glow-light, the team hears some peeping and they go see a fair of dragonets -- in all colors -- playing games in the forest. All of the characters are quick to call these creatures magnificent and beautiful and gorgeous. They agree the creatures are “marginally sentient”. Ben hopes they’ll find large, related organisms for Liu to squeal over.
~ foreshadowing ~
They go look at reef systems the next day. Then they go to the tropical eastern peninsula (Nerat) and look at more reefs, which are apparently growing so old that they have fossils going back 500 my. Whaaaaaaat the fuck. You mean the oceans haven’t moved? This one spot. Has just been growing the same coral. For half-a-billion years. AM what the fuck.
Ben notes that the rainforest isn’t “stale-mated” which he thinks reinforces his theory about a recent meteorite storm, but which is actually a fairly subtle note about threadfall. Also, dude, you’ve found no geological evidence of impacts. So.... space virus it has to be.
The narration switches abruptly to talking about the circles, letting you know What Was Just Discussed It Relevant, and it is noted that the circles aren’t descructive enough to be meteorite impacts. The circles occur everywhere except the ice caps and “one small band of the southern hemisphere” (why???).
They do some more coring and go over the central delta area of the northern continent, noting that the area of Crom and Telgar has lodes of various minerals like iron and bauxite -- but it’s not enough goods to interest a mining consortium. They even find impressive gold nuggets just laying out in a stream: Shavva takes one the size of the end of her thumb.
And then... The part I like the least about this story. Shavva finds a tree with some good-smelling bark. And then... you have to know where this is going...
She boils it and drinks it.
I’m.
Hey, Anne? That’s not how anything works. First of all, Shavva is a fucking idiot for eating some tree skin from an alien planet. Like, a fruit? A fruit I could get, fruits have been evolved for animals to eat them (not Earth animals, but still) but bark is Not Edible. There are only a very few barks on Earth that are edible and none of them are foods they are spices. Shavva what the fuck!! Also! It’s fucking obvious that you’d have to dry and cure the klahbark before you can consume it! Why would you want some bitter, sappy, wet bark boiled in a pot to drink! Fucking eww!
Also Liu’s inner narration says “he, too, found the odor stimulating to his salivary glands” which is a really weird way to say “it smelled tasty.” Ben tries the second draft, which is brewed like a coffee, and gives the standard Klah Description (coffee, chocolate, but a little spicy). I’d also like to note it took No Breeding to get the klahbark perfectly edible and delicious. I’m just really mad about this one particular thing because it is so egregious.
Aaaand then the story starts to wrap up; the three are happy to let Castor call the planet Parallel Earth, Resources Negligible, unless they discover something crazy in the soil analyses that we never heard back about. Castor goes ahead and puts that tiny little c next to the acronym, because it can be colonized.
“That is, if any colonial group wanted to settle on a pastoral planet, far off the established trade routes, and about as far from the center of the Federated Sentient headquarters as one could go in the known galaxy.”
~ foreshadowing ~
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Chapter 6!! Candidate time!
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Finally, finally, Beirith gave permission for the candidates to come and see her eggs, providing they were polite, K’vin stayed there with her, and nobody made themselves look like a snack.
You would never. You apologized to the first wherry you caught, for Faranth’s sake.
They don’t know that though.
But hey, she’d agreed to let them come and look- which was liable to turn into touching, as these things did- which was a milestone all itself.
Sixty-seven. There were sixty-seven candidates, carefully chosen- and oh had the searchriders in his family been busy finding enough viable mutants- stood at the mouth of the Hatching Cavern, staring at Beirith and the eggs. Not him, he always fell to the wayside with these things. The only people who acknowledged him out of the group were his sister and nephew, who waved and grinned when he waved back. The candidatemaster was speaking, laying out the rules in a calm, clear voice.
“Thank the queen and her rider, then you can carefully move among the eggs. Only approach the gold egg if the queen lets you. Any roughhousing and you’ll be removed and barred from the hatching.”
And probably die?
Exactly.
If you say so.
K’vin tried to be as unintimidating as possible, to offset Beirith for once, as the candidates approached one by one, each thanking them for the honor and bowing in turn before heading off into the eggs. It was a little surreal, the age range. There were people older than him walking around- mostly women aiming for the gold who were at least polite enough to act like they were interested in the other eggs as well- and children hardly young enough to apprentice in a craft. Shards and shells, he could hardly believe he’d ever been so small, nonetheless that they were letting anyone that small stand.
Incoming, Mine.
The warning reached him about three seconds before Lizbet collided with him, arms wrapping around his middle.
“Hi big brother.” Immediately the rest of the class was staring, and while under normal circumstances K’vin would’ve been fine hugging his sister, not in public and not when he was being presented as a figure of authority.
“Hey, no,” he said, prying her off and taking her by the shoulders, “when we’re on the Sands, I’m not your brother, I’m Junior Weyrman, understood?” Lizbet was visibly displeased, but this was something she was going to have to learn- that just because she was close to somebody didn’t mean there weren’t circumstances where she would have to treat them with the respect due to rank and position. Still, she was his sister, and he loved her, so when she nodded he let her go and mussed up her hair affectionately, throwing out a grin.
“Good luck, brat. I’m thinking blue.” Fighting not to smile, she blew him a raspberry and turned to bow to Beirith.
“Thank you for letting us see your eggs.” And then she was off, Beirith’s eyes whirling with a new hint of blue in her wake.
Be careful, she’s as bad as me.
I like you though.
Your taste is already in question, don’t make it worse.
It felt like it took ages just to get all the candidates through the line, and the milling took literally forever. As soon as he was able, K’vin climbed up to his spot at the base of Beirith’s neck, scratching at an itch he’d have to oil later as he watched the hopefuls below. Some went around trying to see and touch every egg, some seemed to move between them at random, some clustered around certain eggs they thought likely to contain certain ranks (normally bronzes for some reason, he’d have been happy with another blue for the family collection
But you got me.
Yes I did, and you’re a million times better.).
He just never stopped being caught by how young some of them were. Lizbet, she was only fourteen (though who was he to talk, he had been too). And Jeson had only just turned twelve. It was some relief to know the dragons didn’t usually rise or chase before their riders were ready, Gwyn was the youngest he had heard of, but still. Dragonriders weren’t any more exempt from poor decisions than anyone else, they just did them in tandem with their dragons.
He worried.
Then he realized he sounded like Gwyn and laughed, quietly so as not to disturb anyone but Beirith.
I think they want my daughter, she said, eyeing the older candidates who, yes, were inching their way towards her and her precious gold egg.
They won’t touch if you don’t let them, K’vin soothed, laying across her neck. If you aren’t comfortable, then don’t. He could feel wheels turning in her head as she eyed up the women, then looked out over the other candidates. What precisely she was thinking, he didn’t know, those thoughts not quite hidden, but certainly not on the surface for him to see with a glance. The only clue he got was when she reached out her neck, nearly toppling him, and plucked Jeson up by the back of his tunic.
“Hey!”
“Bei!”
Without heed for them, she dropped him between her forelegs, beside the gold egg, and then went for Lizbet. Once both were where she wanted them, she settled back down over clutch and egg, whirling red eyes daring anyone to question her.
For a moment, K’vin intended to jump down and keep an eye on the proceedings, but something- maybe Beirith, even he couldn’t tell- stopped him. This was private. Between candidate and egg.
After several minutes, the massive gold lifted her head and released her ‘captives’, who hesitated before darting away. They paused only long enough to bow before heading back to the rest of the class.
“If everyone is done,” Candidatemaster G’rul said as if nothing strange had just happened, “I think we still have time for your next lesson.” Nobody even groaned, that’s how much they’d apparently been thrown off. Still, each bowed respectfully on their way out to where G’rul’s green waited, and K’vin tried to maintain a calm demeanor for them.
You, he said as soon as they were gone, are biased.
I told you they were the ones allowed, she answered, pressing into his head the memory of that first day looking over the candidates. So, he couldn’t even call her a liar, the traitor.
You realize G’rul will come by wanting to talk to us later.
He will.
And Kelleye will want to talk to us immediately.
So Toyamilth says. He sighed.
You think they’ll Impress?
Of course, Fireth Searched them.
True. K’vin sighed again and climbed down her side, stroking her and going to settle in by the gold egg.
After that display, they damn well better.
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Words of the day
syncretic: combining different religions, cultures, or ideas (syncretism: the amalgamation of different religions, cultures, or schools of thought.)
ascetic: characterized by or suggesting the practice of severe self-discipline and abstention from all forms of indulgence, typically for religious reasons.
cant (hypocrisy): hypocritical and sanctimonious talk, typically of a moral, religious, or political nature.
wherry: a light rowboat used chiefly for carrying passengers.
boustrophedon: written from right to left and from left to right in alternate lines.
gout (verb) = gushing: a mass or aggregate especially of something fluid often gushing or bursting forth (archaic)
harridan: a strict, bossy, or belligerent old woman.
winnow: (of the wind) blow.
didacticism: (didactic: designed or intended to teach) oddly enough there’s to contradictory definitions: intended to convey instruction and information as well as pleasure and entertainment VS texts that are overloaded with informative or realistic matter, and are marked by the omission of graceful and pleasing details.
sardonic: grimly mocking or cynical.
enucleation: surgical removal of something without cutting into it. (often) surgical removal of the eye
pithy: concise and forcefully expressive.
reticule: a woman's small handbag, originally netted and typically having a drawstring and decorated with embroidery or beading.
publican: a person who owns or manages a pub.
epizootic: denoting or relating to a disease that is temporarily prevalent and widespread in an animal population
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The rapper, whose real name is Janae Wherry, doxxed a lady who wasn't giving her her snapchat code fast enough. The rapper posted on her ig stories:
"Everybody text/call this # and blow this fat b***ch down for me...[posts number]"
She then went on Live, saying to her followers on there,
"Hey y'all, I want you to text and call this number, cause she bein real petty for no reason. So this what happen..I'm trying to get into my old snapchat and that used to be my old number and it's still on my account, so they like, 'Ok, we gonna text you a confirmation to that number.' So I called the phone and I'm like, 'Umm, hey can you send me that confirmation code.' She's like, 'Alright.' She stops answering my calls. I call her again, she finally pick up again saying, 'I'm busy right now.' Like, b***h all you had to do was text the confirmation code. That's so petty. I hate petty ass hos, so I need y'all to blow this fat b**tch down. I don't even know how she looks, but I can just tell by the way she was talking on the phone, it's a fat b***h."
Last year, the rapper came under some backlash when a 22-year-old ballet teacher did a TikTok where she talked about the 5-year-old kids in her class wanting to listen to "Poundtown" and how disturbed and upset she was that they even knew that song. Wherry went online to say "girl just shut up and play Poundtown." Many were enraged at her cavalier response. She then backtracked and said she would consider doing kidz bop tunes.
Wherry was also in the media for a different reason a few weeks ago, when she disclosed she had gotten Chlamydia twice and didn't know who gave it to her. She also went on a podcast to talk to Lil Yachty.
In the podcast episode, she also revealed the craziest thing that ever happened to her was being raped.
Some people were disgusted after listening to that episode, saying she was promoting unsafe sexual practices after then going on to seemingly make light of it in some of her lyrics:
As well as a lipgloss line she released based on her stds, with names that also include things like 'yellow discharge.'
Also, a sex tape of hers leaked, with some debating whether it really leaked or was intentional on her part, due to her image:
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She then went viral again when a video of her sucking a man's toes went online:
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The co-sign from Nicki Minaj seemed to greatly help her.
The latest news is big content creator Adin Ross claiming to have slept with her. She responded:
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