Reming me on Tomorrow Night . . .
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tanarill. . . that it is Erev Lag B'Omer.
Today is the thirty-first day of the Omer, which is four weeks and three days into the Omer.
Remember the thing about all letters of the Hebrew alphabet having numerical values?
Yes, well, more on that. There aren't, in fact, any number symbols in Hebrew. These days it does not matter so much since pretty much everybody has adopted Arabian numericals. But in the days when the Roman were still doing all of their math in XVIII+II=XX, the Jews had already started using a decimal system. Which meant that we could line up columns and add vertically. The "numbers" were, of course, the letters of the alphabet. This was only a problem if you were working in numbers larger than 400.
Anyway.
Another thing we started to doing with letters/number early on is making calendars. It is important to do so when half of your holidays line up with lunar events, a third line up with solar events, and the rest are completely arbitrary. Jews started making calendars about two days before leaving Egypt, and haven't stopped since then. The way we count on a calendar is the same way we count with anything else, using the letters that correspond to 1-9 in the ones column and the letters that correspond to 10-90 in the tens column.
Lamedh (pronounced la-med, med rhymes with head) is the twelfth letter in the Hebrew alphabet, and since we don't designate any letter for zero, that means it has a numerical value of thirty.
Gimmel (gim-mel, gim as in the first half of gimme, mel rhymes with tell) is the third letter of the Hebrew alphabet. It has a numerical value of three.
Thus, 33 is designated by the letters Lamedh Gimmel. Lamedh makes the L sound. Gimmel (like gamma) makes a "G" sound, as in green. In a row, using Hebrew grammatical rules, they make the sound Lag. No, not like the thing a computer does. It's like Log, but with a longer Ah sound. Laaaaaaaaaaahg. Right.
Ba is a word that means "in." When the word it's being applied to starts on a vowel, it's contracted. You do not say Ba Omer. You say B'Omer.
Lag B'Omer simply means the thirty-third day of the Omer.
It is also a spring holiday, on which fruit trees are planted, children of the age of three get their first haircut, and we finish the dried fruits from last year along with eating the first of the early spring crops. Also, there's traditionally a bonfire, and in the best Jewish tradition, alcohol. So if you need an excuse to keep one partying after Cinquo de Mayo ends, Lag B'Omer starts Saturday at sunset and goes all through Sunday . . .
Remind me when Lag B'Omer starts, please. There's this thing with eating a fruit and saying a blessing I should do.
Right, that's out of the way.
Title: Summoning Eska
Fandoms: . . . you mean you don't know? Why do I waste my time with this? All right, I'm not making any monny, stop asking!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dan doesn't talk. He thinks. Maybe you should stay out of his head from now on?
For the second time since arriving on this world, Heres Tanarill attempted to summon Eska. Eska did not want to be summoned. So she was here again, explaining why she needed Eska. Sometimes, if she was really good or Eska was being generous, she returned with three feet and millennia of experience strapped to her back. Far more often, she did not.
This place was as far from reality–any reality–as the Shattering Maze, but in the opposite direction. As usual, she remained aware of her body only peripherally but had become hyperaware of the demon in her heart and the angel in her mind. Eska was here too, not yet fully out of her own world but far enough gone that normal time was not passing for her.
She looked like a sapling-woman, all thin whippy muscles and strength. Or, looked at another way, like a sword. They were both what she was.
“So,” she said, hands on hips and lips pursed, “why do you need me? And this had better be more convincing than ‘I am in a new world and need someone I know, o woe is me.’”
“Eska, there’s another Walker coming.”
“Well, I on’t say that’s not trouble, but if it’s bad enough that they’ve sent in another Walker, then they’ve sent in another Walker. Why do you need me?”
“It’s a Wild Walker.”
“ . . . let’s go.”
***
Heres Tanarill stepped back from the iron ring that was her Summons, and kept walking back, pulling three feet of wicked curved steel out of the ring. The iron was resting on a small scrap of now-bloody linen, which was in turn resting on a very solid table. Dan knew that Heres Tanarill knew this fact, because she had sanded and polished the entire table by hand.
Watching her push her arm through a solid table was not so disturbing, especially to him–he’d been phasing through things since before what he alternatively thought of as his “birth,” his “creation,” and one of the fucking worst points in his entire unlife. Watching her pull the sword out of the table didn’t bother him, either; he did, after all, live with the asshole master of time.
But the way that she was holding the sword was enough to disturb even him. He just knew that it was far heavier than mere steel; it was, after the all, the weight of a person as well. Still, Heres Tanarill held the weight easily, an extension of her arm.
It was beautiful, it was awe-inspiring, and it was not just a little creepy, thought Dan, watching Heres Tanarill hold the blade and look at it in a way that he had previously though was reserved for Everythings. Heres Tanarill didn’t look at her goddamned demon that way. Watching her look at a piece of metal like that, especially a piece of metal that really wasn’t–
It got worse when the sword started to talk. In his head.
In general: remind me to do my homework, and make sure I get to bed by 1 AM. Please?
Today is the thirty-first day of the Omer, which is four weeks and three days into the Omer.
Remember the thing about all letters of the Hebrew alphabet having numerical values?
Yes, well, more on that. There aren't, in fact, any number symbols in Hebrew. These days it does not matter so much since pretty much everybody has adopted Arabian numericals. But in the days when the Roman were still doing all of their math in XVIII+II=XX, the Jews had already started using a decimal system. Which meant that we could line up columns and add vertically. The "numbers" were, of course, the letters of the alphabet. This was only a problem if you were working in numbers larger than 400.
Anyway.
Another thing we started to doing with letters/number early on is making calendars. It is important to do so when half of your holidays line up with lunar events, a third line up with solar events, and the rest are completely arbitrary. Jews started making calendars about two days before leaving Egypt, and haven't stopped since then. The way we count on a calendar is the same way we count with anything else, using the letters that correspond to 1-9 in the ones column and the letters that correspond to 10-90 in the tens column.
Lamedh (pronounced la-med, med rhymes with head) is the twelfth letter in the Hebrew alphabet, and since we don't designate any letter for zero, that means it has a numerical value of thirty.
Gimmel (gim-mel, gim as in the first half of gimme, mel rhymes with tell) is the third letter of the Hebrew alphabet. It has a numerical value of three.
Thus, 33 is designated by the letters Lamedh Gimmel. Lamedh makes the L sound. Gimmel (like gamma) makes a "G" sound, as in green. In a row, using Hebrew grammatical rules, they make the sound Lag. No, not like the thing a computer does. It's like Log, but with a longer Ah sound. Laaaaaaaaaaahg. Right.
Ba is a word that means "in." When the word it's being applied to starts on a vowel, it's contracted. You do not say Ba Omer. You say B'Omer.
Lag B'Omer simply means the thirty-third day of the Omer.
It is also a spring holiday, on which fruit trees are planted, children of the age of three get their first haircut, and we finish the dried fruits from last year along with eating the first of the early spring crops. Also, there's traditionally a bonfire, and in the best Jewish tradition, alcohol. So if you need an excuse to keep one partying after Cinquo de Mayo ends, Lag B'Omer starts Saturday at sunset and goes all through Sunday . . .
Remind me when Lag B'Omer starts, please. There's this thing with eating a fruit and saying a blessing I should do.
Right, that's out of the way.
Title: Summoning Eska
Fandoms: . . . you mean you don't know? Why do I waste my time with this? All right, I'm not making any monny, stop asking!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dan doesn't talk. He thinks. Maybe you should stay out of his head from now on?
For the second time since arriving on this world, Heres Tanarill attempted to summon Eska. Eska did not want to be summoned. So she was here again, explaining why she needed Eska. Sometimes, if she was really good or Eska was being generous, she returned with three feet and millennia of experience strapped to her back. Far more often, she did not.
This place was as far from reality–any reality–as the Shattering Maze, but in the opposite direction. As usual, she remained aware of her body only peripherally but had become hyperaware of the demon in her heart and the angel in her mind. Eska was here too, not yet fully out of her own world but far enough gone that normal time was not passing for her.
She looked like a sapling-woman, all thin whippy muscles and strength. Or, looked at another way, like a sword. They were both what she was.
“So,” she said, hands on hips and lips pursed, “why do you need me? And this had better be more convincing than ‘I am in a new world and need someone I know, o woe is me.’”
“Eska, there’s another Walker coming.”
“Well, I on’t say that’s not trouble, but if it’s bad enough that they’ve sent in another Walker, then they’ve sent in another Walker. Why do you need me?”
“It’s a Wild Walker.”
“ . . . let’s go.”
***
Heres Tanarill stepped back from the iron ring that was her Summons, and kept walking back, pulling three feet of wicked curved steel out of the ring. The iron was resting on a small scrap of now-bloody linen, which was in turn resting on a very solid table. Dan knew that Heres Tanarill knew this fact, because she had sanded and polished the entire table by hand.
Watching her push her arm through a solid table was not so disturbing, especially to him–he’d been phasing through things since before what he alternatively thought of as his “birth,” his “creation,” and one of the fucking worst points in his entire unlife. Watching her pull the sword out of the table didn’t bother him, either; he did, after all, live with the asshole master of time.
But the way that she was holding the sword was enough to disturb even him. He just knew that it was far heavier than mere steel; it was, after the all, the weight of a person as well. Still, Heres Tanarill held the weight easily, an extension of her arm.
It was beautiful, it was awe-inspiring, and it was not just a little creepy, thought Dan, watching Heres Tanarill hold the blade and look at it in a way that he had previously though was reserved for Everythings. Heres Tanarill didn’t look at her goddamned demon that way. Watching her look at a piece of metal like that, especially a piece of metal that really wasn’t–
It got worse when the sword started to talk. In his head.
In general: remind me to do my homework, and make sure I get to bed by 1 AM. Please?
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Date: 2007-05-04 05:29 pm (UTC)[salutes] I will try Tanheart!
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Date: 2007-05-04 06:06 pm (UTC)Dammit, now I have the urge to explain about Hanhara, despite the fact that she and Heres Tanarill never meet. Or know about each other's existence.
Thanks! XP
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Date: 2007-05-04 06:25 pm (UTC)