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in reply to a message by La Reina
Gonna be weird and go completely original on this one. Whoa.
They are from an imaginary world...where there may be dragons and shimmering rivers and otherworldly fruits that grow in the valleys.
Is it modern day or no? I need to know if any dragon attacks will make it onto the nightly news broadcasts or if they will need to be posted on trading post walls instead.
Username: Siân
Monarch: Ciprian Juris Leighton Adelino Xavia
Consort: Dariena Lys [Airelen] Xavia
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Xavia
In the Kingdom of: Bejagat
There are probably typos everywhere. Forgive me.
Bejagat: BAY-zha-ghat.
Bejagatians: BAY-zha-gha-shans
Veraseng: VEER-ah-seh:ng
Corvanosp: COR-vuh-nahsp (not really important)
Suranyaw: sur-an-YAW (ditto)
King Thanuselm had lead armies valiantly in the war against the people of Veraseng for nearly a decade and eventually succeeded in overtaking the southern lands, joining the lower half of the region to the kingdom of Bejagat. With the Kingdom of Veraseng a thing of the past, King Thanuselm returned to the home of the Xavia family, Bruna Castle, where he lived only one week before being stung by a foiler bee and dying of a severe allergic reaction right there in the royal garden. It was a wonder the war didn't erupt again within the hour.
The Kingdom had already begun saying things like "King Mácsen" before the oldest Prince of the Xavian House announced he wouldn't be the one crowned as their new ruler. Instead, he passed that title on to his younger brother Ciprian. It wasn't that Ciprian was necessarily better fit to rule. Mácsen would have been a fine ruler, but Mácsen knew what he wanted. He was in his mid-twenties and he was in love with a boy of no royal or political stature from a background of controversial standing (He lived with a group of touring carnies and performed vaudeville acts for a living. Not to mention his sole name was Aquarius.). Somehow Mácsen figured that there were too many areas of his relationship for the kingdom to find problematic with him as their ruler and thus abdicated the throne to his next oldest sibling.
Ciprian was only twenty-one at the time, but had done his very best to take on the responsibilities of a king and Mácsen had stayed by his side and helped all that he could along the way. In fact, all four of his brothers- Mácsen, Leolin, Perun, and Jolyon- had become his private council, helping to sort things out together for the betterment of the now quite large Kingdom of Bejagat.
This is why, when four years after the start of his reign, Ciprian announced he was going to be married, it seemed to surprise everyone in the kingdom except his brothers. Except his brothers and his little sister Adalyn. Adalyn was only eight and she knew full well that Ciprian’s affections lie with her teacher Dariena Airelen. She loved Dariena and was thrilled that Cirprian had decided to marry her, but others were less festive about the news.
King Airelen had been the ruler of Veraseng and had been at fierce odds with the Kingdom of Bejagat for longer than Ciprian and Dariena had been old enough to comprehend it. In its past, Bejagat had been a strictly mountainous land, it’s natural waters coming only from springs and small rivers that sprang from and wove through the mountains. This meant that in order to trade with foreign lands, they had to either travel dangerous, frigid mountainscapes or make their way through the land of the Verasengans. For years, this was fine and the Bejagatians had been allowed safe passage through Veraseng as long as they had the proper paperwork for their merchandize, but at some point, Veraseng became greedy and discontent with allowing the Bejagat people to use their sea ports for trade, claiming that Bejagat’s merchants took financial opportunity away from the people of Veraseng. In no time, the traders from Bejagat were being heavily taxed for exporting anything from the ports and even more heavily taxed for bringing anything into the ports. Government propaganda began to crop up from town to town about how the traders from Bejagat were the ones causing the financial woes of the lower class in Veraseng and soon enough, riots were breaking out at the ports and traders were being attacked traveling through the countryside on their way to the sea. Merchandize was being stolen or destroyed in an effort to deter the Bejagat people from doing trade by way of Veraseng. Then came the border riots. Trading towns along the edges of Bejagat began to be attacked, ransacked, and pillaged.
It didn’t take much for the people of Bejagat to fight back. Once provoked, they were quick to defend themselves and their neighbors from any Verasengans who may be looking for a fight. But of course the taxes and the fights did lead to many trading companies having to dramatically reduce their business, leading to a loss of revenue and therefore a loss of jobs for many of the countries workers. Some tried to brave the frozen mountains and do trade with the Corvanosp people on the other side, but a language barrier and the extreme weather kept most from daring the journey. Even those who did often lost their lives or at least their supplies.
With a country quickly becoming desperate for money and supplies, King Thanuselm did his best to negotiate some kind of an agreement between the lands, but nothing could be settled upon. It didn’t take too long for the the escalated situation to result in the Kingdom of Bejagat declaring war on the Kingdom of Veraseng. King Thanuselm lead his people against the selfish King Airelen and waged war for eight and a half years. During this time, many of Bejagat’s people lost their lives not only to the war, but to starvation brought on by the lack of foods that would grow in the rocky Bejagatian soil. The future of the people of Bejagat hinged solely on their victory in the trade wars.
During the time that the wars had dragged on, Prince Ciprian and his brothers Mácsen and Leolin had all come of age and King Thanuselm had given each of them their own battalions and allowed them to take control over different aspects of the war. Prince Mácsen had taken over a seaport town in the south of Veraseng and was responsible for keeping it open for the Bejagatian people to use. Leolin had been in charge of a group of men defending an important city along the border so that it would be safe for passage from one kingdom to the next. And Ciprian was placed in charge of the second major city in Veraseng- the city where his battalion had so pleasantly found Lady Dariena and Lord Ioncu secretly lodging. The siblings were wards of the King and Prince Ioncu was the heir to King Airelen’s throne. Both young royals were immediately sent to King Thanuselm and from there they were sent to the prisons of Bruna Castle, in the heart of Bejagat. Lady Dariena had been sixteen and Lord Ioncu twenty.
It would be over a year before the war was over and in that time, the prisoners were kept away from one another and in cells with beds and tiny windows and were given fresh food and clothing, but were not permitted to leave the grounds of the prison. In time, they did earn the rights to see one another occasionally and to walk the prison garden with their hands tied and along with an escort, but they were still prisoners and were intended to be used as leverage by the King to bend King Airelen to his will.
That all changed when King Airelen was killed by an archer through his open bedroom window one night while soaking in a hot bath. The archer had been so precise that the arrow had sailed right through the window and into the King's eye socket, killing him instantly and not even making enough sound to alert the guards to the disturbance. They didn't find him for half an hour and by then, no one even knew who had even been responsible for the death. They tried to keep it a secret from the country in an effort to hide the truth from the encroaching people of Bejagat, but bad news travels fast and people like to whisper.
Within a month, the empire of Veraseng, leaderless and discouraged, had fallen to the Bejagatians. Bejagat wasted no time in taking the captured Verasengan armies to work the mines of the north and help to rebuild the towns that had been destroyed. The captured armies also were employed to help bring transports of food across the border and into the cities and towns of starving Bejagat civilians. A new rule was established under King Thanuselm that included all of Bejagat and all of the former Veraseng. New maps were drawn to show the kingdom as one instead of divided, but cities in the former Veraseng were allowed to keep their names. For example, the city of Atarna, Versaseng became the city of Atarna, Bejagat.
“They’re Verasengan royals. It’s not as if they’ll become Bejagatian royals. We can’t just change a name on everything and think it will be different.” Finlo shrugged. He’d been Ciprian’s personal servant for years. He had a knack for speaking the truth, sometimes even when it wasn’t exactly what Ciprian wanted to hear. “It’s not that your family is some brutish, militant family. It’s just that some things kind of have to happen to ensure this newfound peace prevails.” Ciprian understood what Finlo was saying, but he couldn’t help but feel some of the rituals of war were unfair. Finlo grimaced. "As long as they’re alive, there will be people who will follow them. They’re a problem to the crown, Cip. They’ll be executed.”
“If we’d lost the war,” Ciprian sighed, “would Lord Ioncu’s servant be saying the same thing to him about killing me and Mácsen, Leolin, and the twins? Would Adalyn get the noose? She’s four!”
Finlo made a sympathetic face at the prince. “Do they teach you history in prince school? Because I know the history of my people. Three generations ago my grandparents were rich landowners of Suranyaw. Suranyaw which you commonly refer to as “the eastern region” because to you it’s all Bejagat. When your great-grandparents came in and took over their country, they killed their entire royal family. Furthermore, they took anyone of wealth or power and made them servants to your important citizens and magically, here we are generations later. I’m still serving you because of them. That’s what happens in war. Not everyone who pays the price was even responsible. I’m not saying this to make you feel bad. It’s just how life goes."
Ciprian shook his head. “I need to talk to Mácsen. We’re trying to make peace, not cause resentment."
“I think it’s too late for that, Sir,” Finlo admitted. “Don’t let me stop you from talking to anyone, but I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”
Talking to his father did nothing, but when his father died a mere four days later, Ciprian realized everything trivial would be put on hold. If nothing else, it bought some time for Lady Dariena and Lord Ioncu. And when the national grieving period had passed and the coronation had taken place, Mácsen and Leolin supported the plan Ciprian had devised.
“Lady Dariena will teach Adalyn. With her as a teacher, she can learn the ways of the people of former Veraseng and it preserves the Lady's life. This will keep her people at bay and allow us to move forward with our peaceful endeavors in her homeland.”
His brothers had to admit it wasn’t a horrible plan. They kept a bodyguard with Princess Adalyn at all times and a security watch on Dariena, but in the end, Dariena accepted (even if begrudgingly) the opportunity and did publicly thank the princes and new King for sparing her and her brother's lives.
Over the first four years of Ciprian’s reign, there were moments given for the new King to show small amounts of respect for the former Lady Airelen. He once sent her a gift of performers to entertain her with a long, fantastical madrigal on her eighteenth birthday. On certain holidays, he would make sure she received special dinners or chocolates. One time, it was a hairless kitten sent to her with only a note that read, “In case of loneliness.” And he always allowed her brother Ioncu to visit her as long as the visit was prearranged.
Ioncu had been given work in the gardens of Bruna Castle which was less splendor and more sweat than to which he was accustomed. The work only furthered his loathing of the country and the Bejagatian royals. He had often cursed at his sister for accepting the position and for allowing the Xavia family’s kindnesses to cloud her judgement of them. But what Ioncu lacked in acceptance, Dariena made up for in temperance. She embraced her role in the palace as one of a new beginning. It had taken her a while to warm up to her life there, but she realized the alternative would most likely have meant her and her brother’s demise and she was grateful for the mercy shown by the new Bajagatian king.
That is why when Ciprian asked her to marry him, she braced herself for change again and reminded herself that change was not always a bad thing. She didn’t know King Ciprian well, but they had met a number of times and she knew that he wasn’t the monster that most of her former people probably believed all of the Xavian line to be. She agreed- whether on the grounds of gratitude or self-preservation, she wasn’t sure, but Princess Adalyn was very pleased nonetheless.
The marriage of King Ciprian and the former Lady Dariena was one of much public debate. Some grumbled that he would dare choose to marry the niece of his father's greatest enemy. Others argued that a marriage to former Verasengan nobility would help to reconcile the people of Bejagat with the people of the former Veraseng.
Dariena herself took everything in stride. King Ciprian made sure she was dressed in the finest of fabrics (bought from merchants in the now free trade seaports). He made sure she ate the best of foods, received the best of hand servants, and even that she had the finest of entertainment. He allowed her a separate room from his own, but she allowed an open door to hers. She knew the purpose of their marriage was primarily political, but it wasn't without its understanding and respect.
"I think you're right, you know," she said to Ciprian one evening shortly after they were married. "We embody the marriage of our lands, of our people. Our child will be a leader all of the kingdom can be equally compelled to follow."
"Exactly," King Ciprian nodded and gave her a warm smile. He understood the invitation and he appreciated her candor.
He didn't visit her room that evening, but he did extend his arm and wrap her in it before pulling her to him and kissing her cheek. "Sleep well, my queen," he spoke quietly.
"You as well," she replied smoothly.
Upon her exit, Ciprian looked at Finlo who stood patiently by the door. Finlo smiled appreciatively and Ciprian smiled back before turning and going to bed.
NOTES:
My queen's maiden name is your (LaReina's) username scrambled up (it seemed only right).
Bejagat is the Malaysian word for "universal.” idk. I’m pronouncing it on the end like Kattegat.
Veraseng is "Avengers" scrambled. Corvanosp is “Nova Corps.” Suranyaw is “Runaways.” (I have a problem. I need therapy.)
Atarna, had I added the accent marks back in, would be the Romanian word for “floppy” (which is one of my favourite English words).
There is no such thing as a foiler bee in our world and I guess we should be grateful.
They are from an imaginary world...where there may be dragons and shimmering rivers and otherworldly fruits that grow in the valleys.
Is it modern day or no? I need to know if any dragon attacks will make it onto the nightly news broadcasts or if they will need to be posted on trading post walls instead.
Username: Siân
Monarch: Ciprian Juris Leighton Adelino Xavia
Consort: Dariena Lys [Airelen] Xavia
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Xavia
In the Kingdom of: Bejagat
There are probably typos everywhere. Forgive me.
Bejagat: BAY-zha-ghat.
Bejagatians: BAY-zha-gha-shans
Veraseng: VEER-ah-seh:ng
Corvanosp: COR-vuh-nahsp (not really important)
Suranyaw: sur-an-YAW (ditto)
King Thanuselm had lead armies valiantly in the war against the people of Veraseng for nearly a decade and eventually succeeded in overtaking the southern lands, joining the lower half of the region to the kingdom of Bejagat. With the Kingdom of Veraseng a thing of the past, King Thanuselm returned to the home of the Xavia family, Bruna Castle, where he lived only one week before being stung by a foiler bee and dying of a severe allergic reaction right there in the royal garden. It was a wonder the war didn't erupt again within the hour.
The Kingdom had already begun saying things like "King Mácsen" before the oldest Prince of the Xavian House announced he wouldn't be the one crowned as their new ruler. Instead, he passed that title on to his younger brother Ciprian. It wasn't that Ciprian was necessarily better fit to rule. Mácsen would have been a fine ruler, but Mácsen knew what he wanted. He was in his mid-twenties and he was in love with a boy of no royal or political stature from a background of controversial standing (He lived with a group of touring carnies and performed vaudeville acts for a living. Not to mention his sole name was Aquarius.). Somehow Mácsen figured that there were too many areas of his relationship for the kingdom to find problematic with him as their ruler and thus abdicated the throne to his next oldest sibling.
Ciprian was only twenty-one at the time, but had done his very best to take on the responsibilities of a king and Mácsen had stayed by his side and helped all that he could along the way. In fact, all four of his brothers- Mácsen, Leolin, Perun, and Jolyon- had become his private council, helping to sort things out together for the betterment of the now quite large Kingdom of Bejagat.
This is why, when four years after the start of his reign, Ciprian announced he was going to be married, it seemed to surprise everyone in the kingdom except his brothers. Except his brothers and his little sister Adalyn. Adalyn was only eight and she knew full well that Ciprian’s affections lie with her teacher Dariena Airelen. She loved Dariena and was thrilled that Cirprian had decided to marry her, but others were less festive about the news.
King Airelen had been the ruler of Veraseng and had been at fierce odds with the Kingdom of Bejagat for longer than Ciprian and Dariena had been old enough to comprehend it. In its past, Bejagat had been a strictly mountainous land, it’s natural waters coming only from springs and small rivers that sprang from and wove through the mountains. This meant that in order to trade with foreign lands, they had to either travel dangerous, frigid mountainscapes or make their way through the land of the Verasengans. For years, this was fine and the Bejagatians had been allowed safe passage through Veraseng as long as they had the proper paperwork for their merchandize, but at some point, Veraseng became greedy and discontent with allowing the Bejagat people to use their sea ports for trade, claiming that Bejagat’s merchants took financial opportunity away from the people of Veraseng. In no time, the traders from Bejagat were being heavily taxed for exporting anything from the ports and even more heavily taxed for bringing anything into the ports. Government propaganda began to crop up from town to town about how the traders from Bejagat were the ones causing the financial woes of the lower class in Veraseng and soon enough, riots were breaking out at the ports and traders were being attacked traveling through the countryside on their way to the sea. Merchandize was being stolen or destroyed in an effort to deter the Bejagat people from doing trade by way of Veraseng. Then came the border riots. Trading towns along the edges of Bejagat began to be attacked, ransacked, and pillaged.
It didn’t take much for the people of Bejagat to fight back. Once provoked, they were quick to defend themselves and their neighbors from any Verasengans who may be looking for a fight. But of course the taxes and the fights did lead to many trading companies having to dramatically reduce their business, leading to a loss of revenue and therefore a loss of jobs for many of the countries workers. Some tried to brave the frozen mountains and do trade with the Corvanosp people on the other side, but a language barrier and the extreme weather kept most from daring the journey. Even those who did often lost their lives or at least their supplies.
With a country quickly becoming desperate for money and supplies, King Thanuselm did his best to negotiate some kind of an agreement between the lands, but nothing could be settled upon. It didn’t take too long for the the escalated situation to result in the Kingdom of Bejagat declaring war on the Kingdom of Veraseng. King Thanuselm lead his people against the selfish King Airelen and waged war for eight and a half years. During this time, many of Bejagat’s people lost their lives not only to the war, but to starvation brought on by the lack of foods that would grow in the rocky Bejagatian soil. The future of the people of Bejagat hinged solely on their victory in the trade wars.
During the time that the wars had dragged on, Prince Ciprian and his brothers Mácsen and Leolin had all come of age and King Thanuselm had given each of them their own battalions and allowed them to take control over different aspects of the war. Prince Mácsen had taken over a seaport town in the south of Veraseng and was responsible for keeping it open for the Bejagatian people to use. Leolin had been in charge of a group of men defending an important city along the border so that it would be safe for passage from one kingdom to the next. And Ciprian was placed in charge of the second major city in Veraseng- the city where his battalion had so pleasantly found Lady Dariena and Lord Ioncu secretly lodging. The siblings were wards of the King and Prince Ioncu was the heir to King Airelen’s throne. Both young royals were immediately sent to King Thanuselm and from there they were sent to the prisons of Bruna Castle, in the heart of Bejagat. Lady Dariena had been sixteen and Lord Ioncu twenty.
It would be over a year before the war was over and in that time, the prisoners were kept away from one another and in cells with beds and tiny windows and were given fresh food and clothing, but were not permitted to leave the grounds of the prison. In time, they did earn the rights to see one another occasionally and to walk the prison garden with their hands tied and along with an escort, but they were still prisoners and were intended to be used as leverage by the King to bend King Airelen to his will.
That all changed when King Airelen was killed by an archer through his open bedroom window one night while soaking in a hot bath. The archer had been so precise that the arrow had sailed right through the window and into the King's eye socket, killing him instantly and not even making enough sound to alert the guards to the disturbance. They didn't find him for half an hour and by then, no one even knew who had even been responsible for the death. They tried to keep it a secret from the country in an effort to hide the truth from the encroaching people of Bejagat, but bad news travels fast and people like to whisper.
Within a month, the empire of Veraseng, leaderless and discouraged, had fallen to the Bejagatians. Bejagat wasted no time in taking the captured Verasengan armies to work the mines of the north and help to rebuild the towns that had been destroyed. The captured armies also were employed to help bring transports of food across the border and into the cities and towns of starving Bejagat civilians. A new rule was established under King Thanuselm that included all of Bejagat and all of the former Veraseng. New maps were drawn to show the kingdom as one instead of divided, but cities in the former Veraseng were allowed to keep their names. For example, the city of Atarna, Versaseng became the city of Atarna, Bejagat.
“They’re Verasengan royals. It’s not as if they’ll become Bejagatian royals. We can’t just change a name on everything and think it will be different.” Finlo shrugged. He’d been Ciprian’s personal servant for years. He had a knack for speaking the truth, sometimes even when it wasn’t exactly what Ciprian wanted to hear. “It’s not that your family is some brutish, militant family. It’s just that some things kind of have to happen to ensure this newfound peace prevails.” Ciprian understood what Finlo was saying, but he couldn’t help but feel some of the rituals of war were unfair. Finlo grimaced. "As long as they’re alive, there will be people who will follow them. They’re a problem to the crown, Cip. They’ll be executed.”
“If we’d lost the war,” Ciprian sighed, “would Lord Ioncu’s servant be saying the same thing to him about killing me and Mácsen, Leolin, and the twins? Would Adalyn get the noose? She’s four!”
Finlo made a sympathetic face at the prince. “Do they teach you history in prince school? Because I know the history of my people. Three generations ago my grandparents were rich landowners of Suranyaw. Suranyaw which you commonly refer to as “the eastern region” because to you it’s all Bejagat. When your great-grandparents came in and took over their country, they killed their entire royal family. Furthermore, they took anyone of wealth or power and made them servants to your important citizens and magically, here we are generations later. I’m still serving you because of them. That’s what happens in war. Not everyone who pays the price was even responsible. I’m not saying this to make you feel bad. It’s just how life goes."
Ciprian shook his head. “I need to talk to Mácsen. We’re trying to make peace, not cause resentment."
“I think it’s too late for that, Sir,” Finlo admitted. “Don’t let me stop you from talking to anyone, but I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”
Talking to his father did nothing, but when his father died a mere four days later, Ciprian realized everything trivial would be put on hold. If nothing else, it bought some time for Lady Dariena and Lord Ioncu. And when the national grieving period had passed and the coronation had taken place, Mácsen and Leolin supported the plan Ciprian had devised.
“Lady Dariena will teach Adalyn. With her as a teacher, she can learn the ways of the people of former Veraseng and it preserves the Lady's life. This will keep her people at bay and allow us to move forward with our peaceful endeavors in her homeland.”
His brothers had to admit it wasn’t a horrible plan. They kept a bodyguard with Princess Adalyn at all times and a security watch on Dariena, but in the end, Dariena accepted (even if begrudgingly) the opportunity and did publicly thank the princes and new King for sparing her and her brother's lives.
Over the first four years of Ciprian’s reign, there were moments given for the new King to show small amounts of respect for the former Lady Airelen. He once sent her a gift of performers to entertain her with a long, fantastical madrigal on her eighteenth birthday. On certain holidays, he would make sure she received special dinners or chocolates. One time, it was a hairless kitten sent to her with only a note that read, “In case of loneliness.” And he always allowed her brother Ioncu to visit her as long as the visit was prearranged.
Ioncu had been given work in the gardens of Bruna Castle which was less splendor and more sweat than to which he was accustomed. The work only furthered his loathing of the country and the Bejagatian royals. He had often cursed at his sister for accepting the position and for allowing the Xavia family’s kindnesses to cloud her judgement of them. But what Ioncu lacked in acceptance, Dariena made up for in temperance. She embraced her role in the palace as one of a new beginning. It had taken her a while to warm up to her life there, but she realized the alternative would most likely have meant her and her brother’s demise and she was grateful for the mercy shown by the new Bajagatian king.
That is why when Ciprian asked her to marry him, she braced herself for change again and reminded herself that change was not always a bad thing. She didn’t know King Ciprian well, but they had met a number of times and she knew that he wasn’t the monster that most of her former people probably believed all of the Xavian line to be. She agreed- whether on the grounds of gratitude or self-preservation, she wasn’t sure, but Princess Adalyn was very pleased nonetheless.
The marriage of King Ciprian and the former Lady Dariena was one of much public debate. Some grumbled that he would dare choose to marry the niece of his father's greatest enemy. Others argued that a marriage to former Verasengan nobility would help to reconcile the people of Bejagat with the people of the former Veraseng.
Dariena herself took everything in stride. King Ciprian made sure she was dressed in the finest of fabrics (bought from merchants in the now free trade seaports). He made sure she ate the best of foods, received the best of hand servants, and even that she had the finest of entertainment. He allowed her a separate room from his own, but she allowed an open door to hers. She knew the purpose of their marriage was primarily political, but it wasn't without its understanding and respect.
"I think you're right, you know," she said to Ciprian one evening shortly after they were married. "We embody the marriage of our lands, of our people. Our child will be a leader all of the kingdom can be equally compelled to follow."
"Exactly," King Ciprian nodded and gave her a warm smile. He understood the invitation and he appreciated her candor.
He didn't visit her room that evening, but he did extend his arm and wrap her in it before pulling her to him and kissing her cheek. "Sleep well, my queen," he spoke quietly.
"You as well," she replied smoothly.
Upon her exit, Ciprian looked at Finlo who stood patiently by the door. Finlo smiled appreciatively and Ciprian smiled back before turning and going to bed.
NOTES:
My queen's maiden name is your (LaReina's) username scrambled up (it seemed only right).
Bejagat is the Malaysian word for "universal.” idk. I’m pronouncing it on the end like Kattegat.
Veraseng is "Avengers" scrambled. Corvanosp is “Nova Corps.” Suranyaw is “Runaways.” (I have a problem. I need therapy.)
Atarna, had I added the accent marks back in, would be the Romanian word for “floppy” (which is one of my favourite English words).
There is no such thing as a foiler bee in our world and I guess we should be grateful.
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