A Castrovel Adventure: Part 5, Chapter 14

~O'mei zhiyani komya ishori, o'hoea hizimya.~ (In which the new year brings fulfillment, but also change.)

From the Daylog of Vaeol-Zheieveil Yaranevae be’Son

6. Koelae, 24,546 - 4th Month in Ofu-Laubu
I have much to bewrite over the last few days. In deemlessness of whatever most outastands, I will start at the beginning.
Two days ago, after Her Ladyship’s welcome-bid, we watched Vosaeth ride aback a Thakasa with Lady-Captain Marauqereth in what was, beyond Vosaeth’s birthtide with Sonnauf, my oathsister’s hardest deed. A long while she spent befriending and petting the great winglizard, and also upworking boldness. The Thakasa, under Her Ladyship’s will, forbearingly alet Voaseth’s heed and took all the meatbits. Then we watched her dreadfully upclimb saddle and cling to Lady Marauqereth’s back, fighting fear for breath while Her Ladyship readied the steed. We witted whisper between them, and doubtlessly Her Ladyship’s last heartenship while she awaited Vosaeth’s yaysaith. Then the Thakasa raised wings and leapt forth, at which Vosaeth yelled against herself. The wingsteed dove into the gap at the aerie-barn’s edge, and Vosaeth’s wail was lost to the wind.
With Aeosel on my shoulder, Lanaryel holding Remaue’s hand (and hopefully wishing another ride), and Kaure bearing Sonnauf snug abreast (against his wish to toddle), we hastened to the watchspire. There we watched them thrice ring the city’s Highburgh and once dip over the Lowburgh. When they swooped near, little Sonnauf kicked dancelike in Kaure’s arms and squealed such mood that he still rocked and warbled for nighmost half the next ringtide. When they at last they inglided, we met them back in the aerie-barn, where Vosaeth’s legs wholly missed (from my own deedtide, I can witness my legs’ overthrilled weakness after flight). Vosaeth toppled afloor, where she sat weeping, and Lady Marauqereth hastened. My oathsister laid head on Her Ladyship’s shoulder, who gathered her tight. There they stayed while we offheld and yielded them room, and then laterward neared.
Vosaeth almost tore Sonnauf from Kaure’s hands and sobbingly clutched him. I grimly overleaned and kissed her brow. ~Shaeomi taeodi di veari o’eimi hotolassi, heio’larassi,~ - “The greatest boldness lies not in shunning fear, but in mastering it,” I spoke from elder wisdom. Lady Marauqereth looked upward blessingly. Yet Vosaeth’s head shook. ~Ve-de lare eimye, hei nauzhe ezimode-erei,~ - “I am not fear’s mistress, but too much its thrall,” she sobbed anew. Against her tears and shame, I got read that, bliss mingled with her fright, and she had loved and begladdened her flight, and had found something deeply dear with Her Ladyship.
Then, while we let her soothe, Leief hastened into the aerie-barn. He spotted Vosaeth, dashed forward, and knelt, whereat we all read his thrill and worry. Vosaeth witted and asked his fetch. ~E Threarde,~ told Leief: “It is Threarde,” their housemate thickly bechild. At once Vosaeth stilled. Then my oathsister would not stay against any plight. On her stumbling legs, Lady Marauqereth and Kaure ended up bearing her shoulders for most of the way to the wynch-lift. At last she caught breath on the ride downward and so brunted through the Lowburgh to our guesthouse.
There we found most of the men and children tightly in a yardroom, and the midwife-priest already there with the other wives. Yet Threarde withstood from waiting in the birthroom and instead strode the midyard, beloving work to hasten the babe’s comeforth. Vosaeth thoughtlessly knelt before her housemate (halting her furtherness), took her hands, and kissed Threarde’s swollenness. ~Dei mei?~ - “Is it now?” she whispered tearfully.
We spent the daytide and next night dancing hymns in the Retaean wise, answering Threarde’s needs and the midwife’s bids, and watching unforbearing time. We minded the children and household while the men did best to offstay from underfoot. When Threarde withdrew to the birthroom, Remaue, Rivale, and Nelehi set a stalwart ward on the doorway against any misdrawal, where, if we had nothing else to do, we sang and held her hand. Vosaeth stayed dolefully mindful under many reasons: one that this was Vohyd her dead haremmate’s child, and else that while her birthtide, she and little Sonnauf had almost died.
Maybe a belltide after we reached the house, Lady Marauqereth also came. She squeezed my hand in greeting, then hugged Vosaeth behind, and then took Sonnauf off his mother’s breast, freeing her to mind Threarde. Her Ladyship bestowed the honor of watching with us through the night and misdrawing Vosaeth when Threarde needed a break from her housewife’s well-meaning but too earnest heed. Fuzzily I remind some grooms and thanes coming through the outer rooms on sundry business, though they stayed uneyesome.
At yesterday’s foredawn, Threarde, with the room’s things shuddering under her birthmight, shoved a tiny new soul into our world: a boy, whom Vosaeth took from the midwife’s hands ere she could overlook him. Yet he wailed strongly, and my oathsister laughed with him, lifted him high, and kissed his squashed slimy brow. Then with the midwife-priest she yielded him to Threarde, who gladly took him to breast while we sang the birth-hymn and the midwife-priest took the afterbirth with all right wont and prayer.
Vosaeth leaned her brow over Threarde’s, tangled antennae, and kissed her. ~Sevaea-rualf,~ - “I yield blessing.” ~Samaea diahi ilimif,~ - “I cannot bespeak my thankfulness.” And then: ~Ureali~ - “Name him.”
~Vohydrif~, spoke Threarde, meaning Vohyd’s Heart in the Retaea Tongue. At that name, Vosaeth wept and kissed them both.
At the doorway, the men already waited under Remaue and the shieldbearers’ stern mind. When Threarde readied, Vosaeth helped her stand, steadied her, and even yielded hand to help bear the babe when she stumbled. Then she called her haremmates - Onull and Eneash - who incame to the fore. Leief faltered and looked beseechingly to Anmeth his wifemate, who blessingly nodded, whereat he clove his erstwhile harem-brothers. Our flag’s men stood upholdingly arear. Vosaeth lay a hand on Threarde’s shoulder, and the other on the arm holding the babe. ~Iqovya-ruae eisamaere,~ - “Behold your mothermate,” she outquoth. ~Iqovya-ruae uthasra,~ - “Behold your son.”
As one, in fulsome timeliness, the three Korasha strode forth and knelt at Threarde’s belly. Vosaeth clove them as well, a deed so meek as unwontsome under Retaea honor, wherein a haremwife should not lower herself among her haremmates. Yet eyesomely my oathsister recked not, as nor did any of her household wives gainsay her as they gathered near and yielded worship, and whereafter we all clove.
After a whole sleepless day and night awaiting the birth, yesterday happened dizzily. When Threarde eyesomely wearied after her till, three fathermates eager and newly sworn, bore her and the babe to bed. We dallied some idle wonder whether Threarde, sharing all Vosaeth’s haremmates as her fathermates, might now share Vosaeth’s haremwifehood. Yet no mind had strength to outthink that riddle. Someone asked what bemeant that, for a household with rather few men, we have born so many sons. I answered the World-Soul was doubtlessly evening us out. Then our thrill at Vohydrif’s birth, although earnest, swiftly faded. I slumbered sitting on a bench, head leaning on a wallshaft, until Kaure found me (after maybe napping herself), heaved me upright, and led me to bed. Laterward, the daytide undertook a holiday mood, folk idling, Less cooking and outsetting dishes of spicecakes, while we sang blessings over Threarde and Vohydrif, and then slept again. When Lady Marauqereth left I know not, but last saw her speaking with Vosaeth.
This morntide, I woke with warier head, left Remaue and Kaure sleeping, and bore Aeosel outside. In a yardroom I met Vosaeth likewise risen. We kissed and traded babes under our wont, where she fed my sleepy boy, and I helped Sonnauf, who is an eager toddler and had me waddling all over the floor. She told Threarde was already awake and yelling to leave the city and head back to the clan, and Vohydrif the babe suckled strongly. 
I witted an odd peace wafting from my oathsister, a seldom mood in a lifetime wrathful with war, the moorland’s threats, and her own wildness. I asked what had befallen. She shook her head and merely answered that things felt oddly wholesome. I could not offshake inkling, however, that she withheld something. 
I asked how things with Lady Marauqereth had yesterday gone after my sleep. Vosaeth grinned and answered well. I had the hint my oathsister, after her first fear and shame, was drawn to Her Ladyship. So I asked whether she loves skyrider-captain, whereat she shyly answered. I blessed her heart, although I bemarkedly asked whether she had seen the scar on Her Ladyship’s wrist and whether she knew what it foremeant. Grimly she nodded, but then added she had beheld Lady Marauqereth’s heart, and which she deemed good. While unsure she could ever blunt all Her Ladyship’s moodswings, she deemed herself strong enough to fobear the lady’s hardship.
She then told Lady Marauqereth had forespoken the reckfullest forquest: to lead a peacebode among the Sealnea Monkeyfolk and seek friendship, which would be a first thing in almost four thousand years. Her Ladyship beseeched Vosaeth to go along, which thought thrilled her. My oathsister thought the fare may be done in easy legs. First, we should head southward, she put forth, where we could away meet her clan and mother, and then fare onward to Lea. Thence, boatfare would swiftly bear us to Than. Lady Marauqereth would more swiftly come on Thakasa-back and meet us there or in Lea, at her wish. Then, Vosaeth eagerly outlaid, we would ferry Father Hisyho and thereby come northward into Sealnea land.
I overthought this forquest to seek among those outlandish wonderful monkeyfolk, who had shown us kindliness in Lea, and what a great farfetch it would be to meet them again. Then I bethought my own path. From my heart's depth a great sorrow rose. I spoke that Vosaeth already knew well my flag is forespoken to host Taiase to Qabarat.
So great Vosaeth’s shock smote that not only Aeosel in her arms, but Sonnauf in mine, sobbed. A hundred moods warred upon her brow, until I almost feared her wrath. Yet she stilled. Her wide green eyes sought mine. 
~Dei tia?~ she whispered: “Is this the end?”
A mood-throe struck us both, such that I would almost die. Anon we came into each other’s arms, wept, and sorrowed with our sons between, brothers who likewise hugged and wailed. ~A mie, diahi vaeve se-tei,~ - “My sister, I cannot live without you,” sobbed Vosaeth.
~Oeo’distimi yi vaese,~ - “And you never will,” I answered, more strongly than I felt, and set hand on her heart. ~Sue eave,~ - “I am here.” 
Even against my word, I wished the Earth Herself to open and swallow me, rather than bestow this hurt to my oathsister.  Forsoothly over these last three years, we have become one household. We have shared love, birth, plight, death, and war. Together we have fought foes, and even sometimes each other, though we have ever forgiven. We speak Retaea almost so much as Yaro, and our children even more nimbly. Yet Vosaeth belongs to the Clans and Moorlands, even when she fetches beyond, and I, although I have withstood the call, forewit I am trendling back toward Son my home, like water seeking the sea.
The same thought overcame us both: how will we tell our housemates that our ways will split, which made us weep even more. Thus Remaue and Eneash found us and anon worried for our healthy mind, two proud wives enwrapped in each other’s arms sobbing witlessly, and our babes right so sorrowful. Soon as they reached us, they read our ill and did best to soothe, though not without tears welling in their own eyes.
I spoke with Taiase and Istae, who grimly yaysaid it a happy time to go to Qabarat. Yet maybe our only fellow unsad is Semuane, since Qabarat is her home. She foreread we will have sure guesthood from her mothers, which will be so hearty as ungainsayable. Remaue did a kindliness by telling our flagmates on my behalf. I dreaded how they might take the news, how their sorrow might evenweigh mine. We will not leave now, but will take time until next month. However, I beseeched a wordbode to send a leafwrit through the elfgate to Her Highness Lady Nauve in Qabarat, telling her we forelook coming next month. I also inwrote a whit that Oshis had won the City Game’s spear-trial, which word I reckon will soon afterward bode to Son as well, since I would have our folk know his glory.

Recap: Oshis had won the championship of the Motorae Games spear-trial, and Lady Vaeol reconciled with Lady Marauqereth.

Lashunta Words & Phrases

• Shaeomi taeodi (spir): the greatest boldness
• Di: not; negative adverb
• Veari - 3rd-person spiritual of ~Vearassi~: to stand; stay
• O'eimi hotolassi (adverb): in shunning fear. ~Eimi~ (spir): fear + ~Hotolassi~ (partic): to shun; avoid
• Heio'larassi (partic): but in mastering. ~Hei~contrastive conjunction + ~Larassi~: to master
• Ve-de (fem): not I/we. ~Ve~ (fem): 1st-person pronoun + ~De~ (fem): negative adjective
• Lare eimye: fear's mistress. ~Lare~ (fem): mistress; teacher + Eimi (spir): fear
• Nauzhe (fem): thrall; prisoner
• Ezimode-erei: too much. ~Ezima: much; great + ~Erei (adv): away; from; beyond
• E: 3rd-person feminine of ~Eassi~: to be; be located.
• Dei: interrogative sentence particle
• Mei (spir): inclusive adverb; here; now
• Sevaea-ruaelf (1st-pers cond humble): I/we yield blessing. ~Sevaeassi~
• Samaea (spir acc): thanks; grace; liss; thankfulness. ~Samae~
• Diahi (adv): cannot
• Ilimif (1st-pers cond): I would/may describe; bespeak. ~Ilimassi~
• Ureali (direct imp): name; give name. ~Urealassi~
• Iqovya-ruae (humble imp): Behold; yield notice. ~Iqovassi~
• Eisamaere (fem acc): mothermate. ~Eisamae~
• Uthasra (masc acc): son. ~Uthas~
• A: vocative article
• Mie (fem): sister
• Vaeve (1st-person fem intrans): I/we may/would live. ~Vaeassi~
• Se-tei (adv): without you. ~Se~ (fem): 2nd-person pronoun + ~Tei~: ultradistal adverb
• Oeo'distimi: And never. ~Oeo~ conjunctive adverb-marker + ~Distimi (spir): never
• Yi (spir): relative adverb
• Vaese (2nd-pers fem cond intrans): you may/would live. ~Vaeassi~
• Sue (spir): 2nd-person locative adverb
• Eave (1st-pers fem instrans): I am/we are. ~Eassi~