Shallan heard her name and glanced up warily. The group was clearly asking Albus about her, but she had no idea what they were saying and was already trying to process too many things to want to add anything else. The stove woman noticed her looking up and came over with a plate of...something, a fork and a glass filled with a drink that appeared to be some sort of orange juice or wine. Shallan realized that she was hungry and took a deep breath to calm herself before offering the woman a small smile and accepting the plate with a “Thank you” even though she knew it wouldn't be understood. She inspected the food and realized quickly that she had no idea what it was, though at least the utensil was mostly familiar. She took a bite and contemplated it. It was very different, but at least it was edible. The woman gave her an encouraging smile and said something Shallan couldn't understand before bustling back over to the discussion at the table.
As she ate, Shallan worked on talking herself down. You had already figured out you weren't on Roshar. The plant and animal life here is very different – the plants don't retreat into the ground and there are chickens that travel in fire. Of course the food is going to be different. The whole world is different. That also means they are going to have different sensibilities and different ideas about who should do what jobs. Shallan groaned quietly. On an intellectual level that seemed straightforward enough, though it wasn't going to make it any easier to navigate this world. Maybe it would be easier to handle if she viewed the situation as a scholar. She reached this conclusion as she finished her meal, so she carefully set the plate on the ground next to her, opened her sketchbook and began to document what she had seen so far. In addition to helping Shallan organize her thoughts, the acts of writing and drawing always helped to calm her.
Hermione rolled her eyes at the argument raging around her. She supposed it could be possible for the Death Eaters to try something similar to whatever was going on as a way to get a spy into the order, but she really didn't think they were that clever. Dumbledore's story also had too many details that made it clear that this new girl was not from anywhere they had ever heard of for the spy theory to be plausible. She watched the new girl as she pulled out a notebook and appeared to begin writing in it. Hermione smiled. That was something she would do. If you don't know what is going on, read, and if there is nothing to read, write down anything and everything.
Hermione noticed that Dumbledore was now standing quietly off to the side and shaking his head as he watched the argument unfold. She knew he would get his way eventually, he always did, but she supposed that if they didn't get the argument out of their system now it would just start again later. It probably would anyway - from what she could tell the Order seemed to spend an awful lot of time arguing. She pushed her chair back from the table and quietly approached Dumbledore. “May I take the new girl, Shallan, I think you said, up to the library?” He nodded his agreement to her, but kept his attention on the argument.
She smiled as she walked over to Shallan and collected her plate to take it to the sink. Shallan was sufficiently absorbed in her writing that she barely seemed to notice. When Hermione returned she greeted the girl, “Hi Shallan,” and when Shallan looked up pointed to herself “Hermione... Her-my-oh-nee.”
Shallan smiled tentatively back and repeated carefully “Her-my-oh-nee...Her-my-oh-nee...Hermione.” Storms! she thought, at least their language seems to use the same sounds, but they go together in such strange ways.” She watched curiously as the other girl, Hermione, mimed sitting at a table and writing and then gestured towards the stairs. Shallan nodded, tucked her sketchbook, which she was now treating as a notebook, and pen into her bag and stood. She didn't mind sitting on the floor, but she also wouldn't say no to having a proper table or desk to work at.
Shallan followed Hermione up two flights of stairs and a little ways down a hall to a room she decided must be Hermione's bedroom. Here Hermione dug a new notebook (it was always a good idea to have notebooks on hand, and they were so much more practical than doing everything on scrolls) and a few pens and pencils from her trunk before gesturing further down the hall. At the end of the hall Hermione opened a door and gestured for Shallan to enter. Her jaw dropped open as she looked in the room. “Pattern! Look at all of the books!” She stepped into the room and looked around in amazement as Pattern detached himself from her dress to explore the library as well.
Hermione's eyebrows shot up as she heard Shallan exclaim excitedly and saw something seem to float away from her. As Shallan looked around the library, Hermione walked cautiously but curiously toward the... thing? creature? that was now floating around the room. As she approached it she asked, mostly rhetorically, “Hello, and what might you be?”. She was somewhat surprised when the... whatever it was... buzzed back at her with something that almost sounded like it could be words. “I don't know why you are talking to me. Surely you know I won't know your language, you storming girl.”
Shallan turned at Hermione's voice and Pattern's buzzing and saw her examining Pattern with a bewildered look on her face. She laughed slightlyand walked over to join them. “Pattern,”she said pointing at her spren. Then she looked at Pattern pointedly, “This is Hermione. She seems to appreciate writing and books. We should be nice to her. She might be able to help us learn their patterns.”
Pattern swirled around more quickly and responded, “She can't understand what we say anyway.” Shallan raised her eyebrows at him and Pattern began to swirl more slowly again before drifting slightly closer to Hermione and buzzing, “Hermione.”
By this point Hermione was staring wide eyed at the two of them. Her mind was racing as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing and hearing. Dumbledore had said something about Shallan's companion, but seeing it was something else entirely. Apparently Shallan had a constantly changing sentient, talking fractal as a friend, or at least companion. Hermione knew that figuring out how to communicate well with Shallan was going to be a challenge when she decided to rescue her from the chaos downstairs, but now she began to think that she was in even farther over her head than she had realized. She wasn't sure if this Pattern was going to make things easier or harder and bit her lip in concentration wondering where to start before finally nodding and gesturing to the room around her, “library.”
Shallan nodded and made a similar gesture around the room and repeated “library.” They repeated this process with a table, chair, book, pen and pencil before Shallan realized there was no way she was going to remember everything and pulled out her sketchbook. She sat down at the table and began making a list. Hermione sat next to her and watched as Shallan drew small pictures representing each of the words they had covered and then drew out an elongated symbol next to each. After finishing with the library words, Shallan added a small portrait of Albus with his name and Hermione with hers. She then sketched the woman who brought her food and looked questioningly over at Hermione as she pointed to the picture. Hermione broke out into a grin as she realized the elongated symbols must be Shallan's form of writing.
“Oh that's brilliant!” She then pointed to the picture and said “Molly.” Shallan repeated, “Molly,” back and wrote it in next to the picture. Hermione grabbed her own notebook, flipped it open to the first page drew a quick sketch of a book and wrote “book” next to it. She then gestured between the two notebooks. Shallan grinned and nodded as she pushed her notebook over so that Hermione could write each of the words using her script. Pattern hovered over them buzzing with excitement. When she had finished, he commented, “Mmmmm...patterns..not perfect, but close...”
Shallan looked up at him curiously. “What patterns do you see?”
“Mm, her small symbols mostly pair with yours. But not all... chair has too many...”
Shallan thought about this for a second before nodding to herself and flipping to the next page of her notebook where she wrote out each letter of the Alethi alphabet while Hermione watched curiously. Shallan then pointed to the first symbol and spoke its sound while looking at Hermione expectantly. Hermione repeated the sound and drew the appropriate letter or blend of letters next to it. When they finished, Hermione pursed her lips. The chart they had just made was mostly accurate, but not completely. She pointed to the letter “g”, which she had written next to the symbol Shallan had indicated was for the hard g sound and gave both the hard and soft g sounds. Shallan raised her eyebrows. Hermione thought for a moment and then pulled over her notebook and said “gem” as she wrote the word, underlined the “g” and repeated the soft g sound. She then repeated the process with the word “gap.”
Shallan sighed. Of course. Hermione's script wasn't completely phonetic. That would have been too easy. Well, at least it did actually use letters and she wasn't going to have to learn a huge collection of glyphs. They made another pass through the chart with Hermione giving some of the most common alternate ways to form the sounds. Pattern watched this process somewhere between amused and annoyed. “Mmmm, this is a terrible pattern. Full of all kinds of lies.” Shallan glared at him.“That may be, but it is going to let us understand the people here.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon naming objects to slowly increase Shallan's vocabulary. Shallan found the process to be a strange combination of tedious and exhilarating. There were so many words to try to remember, but learning something new was always exciting.
Dinner that night thankfully involved many fewer people than lunch had. Hermione introduced Shallan and Pattern to Molly, Ginny, Ron, Fred and George and made the twins promise to at least give Shallan time to adjust before including her in any pranking. She told them about how they had spent the afternoon and asked Mrs. Weasley if they happened to have any pictures books that might be useful for helping Shallan learn English. It turned out that the Weasley's had a large selection of picture books that could read themselves to children, so there was an expedition to the burrow to collect them and bring them back to headquarters.
Ron had no patience for spending the day helping Shallan and Pattern with English, and Hermione angrily kicked out the twins after Pattern caught them teaching Shallan lies, but Hermione, Ginny, Shallan, and Pattern spent the next several days focused on getting to a point where they could communicate things that required more than gestures and pointing. Whenever Shallan felt like her capacity for new words and grammar was saturated, they took breaks during which she would teach the other girls a little Alethi.
Pattern naturally caught on more quickly and so occasionally wandered off to discover what kinds of lies the twins were creating. The fact that he was able to warn Ginny and Hermione of the pranks the twins were setting up helped the girls to accept him and quickly become fond of him despite the fact that Shallan was unable to satisfactorily explain the idea of spren. Ginny giggled that having Pattern as a friend was way better for spying than those extendable ears her brothers had created. Shallan laughed along and thanked the Almighty that there weren't other Cryptics here to bond with the boys. She could only imagine where that would lead.
Oathbringer Speculation: Soulcasters
We know that people who consistently use soulcasters over a long period of time are...changed. My theory is that they are being slowly turned into spren and sucked into Shadesmar and further that this is the source of Syl’s comment about how the power coalesces slowly and parts become sentient and a spren is born.
First off, let’s visit our friend Kaza in Interlude 4. We learn that she is slowly turning to smoke, but it seems to hold together well enough that she can wear a glove over her smoke fingers and still use her hand. She is forgetting the “ordinary passions of human life” and increasingly not needing to eat or drink. The she says that “I have begun to see the dark sky and the second sun, the creatures that lurk, hidden, around the cities of men.” It is clear that she is starting to see into Shadesmar and it isn’t too much of a stretch that in Shadesmar there might start also being evidence of her. The Aimian cook notes that she is “barely human anymore.” At the end of the interlude she chooses to “go with the smoke,” but the other times that she almost goes it sounds like she almost goes all the way into shadesmar and doesn’t come back, not that she almost turns into smoke in the physical realm and drifts off. Later in Celebrant (chapter 102) Kaladin finds himself in a tent with a “single bewildered spren made of smoke,” confirming that smoke spren are a thing.
In chapter 81 Kaladin meets a grain soulcaster and notes that “The woman had an inhuman look to her; she seemed to be growing vines under her skin, and they peeked out around her eyes, growing from the corners and spreading down her face like runners of ivy.” Then in Celebrant we meet spren that “were made entirely of vines, though they had crystal hands and wore human clothing.”
In chapter 105, we meet a soulcaster that makes stone and learn that his “skin beneath [his cloak] was colored like granite, cracked and chipped, and seemed to glow from within.” In Celebrant there “were other spren with skin like cracked stone, molten light shining from within.”
We don’t have a description of the Azish soulcaster that makes bronze, but it seems like a good bet that their description would match that of the Reachers, who “looked like humans with strange bronze skin—metallic, as if they were living statues.”
In Chapter 35 of Words of Radiance we meet a soulcaster that doesn’t quite fit any of the descriptions of spren that we meet in Celebrant, though she could potentially be in an earlier stage of the granite type: “Prolonged use of the Soulcaster had transformed the eyes so that they sparkled like gemstones themselves. The woman’s skin had hardened to something like stone, smooth, with fine cracks. It was as if the person were a living statue.”
We also hear about Honor and then the Stormfather making Honorspren, so soulcasters wouldn’t be the only way that sentient spren are formed, but I’m fairly convinced that it is at least one way that spren are born.
For reference and as a side note, in Celebrant they meet Cryptics, Honorspren, Reachers (bronze), Cultivationspren (vines), Inkspren, the ones whose skin turns to ash, the glowing granite ones, the ones made of smoke and possibly also ones made of fog/mist, though I’m not completely convinced those aren’t the same as smoke. If the fog/mist ones are different from the smoke ones, then this gives us 9 different types of sentient spren to correspond to the 9 non-bondsmith orders of the Knights Radiant.
Badger and I were contemplating what color axehounds should be and then they said there should be sparkle axehounds and that reminded me of My Little Pony and then Badger drew this and it is EXCELLENT.
my little axehound, my little axehound ~
Friends. Readers. Fellow nerds with impeccable taste. We are officially in the home stretch. The final 24 hours. The last lap. The dramatic climax of the movie where everything explodes in slow motion and the music swells and someone says something heroic right before punching a fascist in the face. (Okay, that last bit’s just wishful thinking, but after the week we’ve all had, I think we…
J is for Jella tree.
"The basin was fairly well sheltered, the slopes covered in Jella trees. Their strong branches grew spindly leaves – long spikes of pink, yellow and orange, so the trees looked like explosions of color. Shallan had read in one of her father's books that the trees drew in crem, the used it to make their wood hard, like rock." … "Jella trees here rose high, their hardened trunks colored the light brown of crem. The needles sprouted like a thousand tongues of fire from each limb, though the nearest ones pulled in as she approached." From Ch 45 of Words of Radiance
Happy Pi Day! Have some chocolate π
I'm slightly late, but here you go! Have a little story :-)
Adolin's first reaction was to stare blankly at her. After what felt like ages, he shook himself and asked slowly, “I...don't think I heard you right...could you say that again?”
Shallan rolled her eyes, “I want to find a way to actually watch and document the highstorms.”
He took a deep breath. “Ok. That's what I thought you said... Why?! Wasn't being stuck out in one in the chasms enough?”
She laughed, “Nope – it just made me realize how much we don't know.”
"Of course it did." Adolin groaned. “If I don't help you with this, you're just going to find a way on your own, aren't you?” He sighed. “Fine. At least this way I'll know what's going on. Knowing you, you already have at least half of a plan. Let's hear it.”
In the chasms in Way of Kings, Dunny creates an insult poem by making the rhythm fit the song Mari’s Two Lovers. Rock then goads Dunny into singing it before joining in. Ashiok and I have been working on lyrics for the song. This is what we have so far, but this is a Rosharan drinking song and we are pretty sure it has many, many more verses, so we are releasing it into the wilds of the cosmere fandom to see if anyone else happens to have any verses to add. Current lyrics under the cut.
Dunny’s poem:
Hey you big buffoon,
you smell like a wet hog,
so go out by the moon,
And jump yourself in the bog.
Mari’s Two Lover’s (lyrics by Kalyna and Ashiok)
Gather round and hear
this tale I have to tell
of our young Mari dear
and the men she loved so well
Mari was a lass
Though Not the brightest sphere
She often cut her class
to a wander far and near
There she met a lad
who took her out for wine
But she arrived with Khad
and left with his brother Stine
Khad and Stein were twins
who looked so much the same
it was beyond her ken
that the two had different names
The twins had a tell:
two eyes of different hues
they were distinguished well
cause their eyes were switched, it’s true
Their town had a dance
And Mari begged to go
While there she whirled and pranced
Always watching for her beau
As she spun around
She fell/came into Khad’s arms
She was extremely proud
Khad had fallen for her charms
Then she came to Stine
And danced with him a turn
She stared into his eyes
Oh but still she didn’t learn
Khad had brown and blue
While Stine had blue and brown
But our dear Mari knew
Her beau was the best in town
Over in a lait
An axehound pup bit Stein
To keep up the charade
Stein cut khad with some fork tines
Now this song must end
I sadly have to go
But Mari and her men
Oh their tale goes on you know
In the previous installments we have covered acute triangles with 3 distinct angles, equilateral triangles, and all right triangle. In this post we look at acute isosceles triangles.
The Potential for 8 Point Defenses and the Hypothetical Owl Defense
Let's look at what happens when we have an acute isosceles triangle. The altitude from the different angle will bisect the opposite side, which means the midpoint of the base will count as two points. However, the 7 remaining points are all distinct this gives us 8 separate points.
It is interesting to note that, as with the 4 point construction, we have one side of the circle that is tangent to the triangle. The 4-point Sumsion Defense has a tangent Line of Forbiddance at one of the bind points. As this is the only defense we know with such a tangent line, it seems reasonable that its existence could be related to the fact that the 4 point circle is the only one we have examples of that has one tangent side with its corresponding triangle. (All three sides of the triangle for the 6 point construction are tangent, but including all of them would trap you - it isn't clear whether it would be a problem to include just one or whether this actually matters at all. This is something else I hope to ask about at the signing.) Following this logic, I used the Sumsion Defense as starting point for constructing a potential 8 point defense. It ended up looking rather like an owl :-)
I read a lot and have a lot of books that I enjoy, but a friend recently introduced me to the Stormlight Archive and it has inspired a level of obsessiveness that I haven't had since I met the Harry Potter series back in middle school. My new obsession led me to the Cosmere Challenge tumbler and then the current prompt led to this. Hopefully someone else will also find this entertaining :-)
Rough premise: Something has caused Shallan, Kaladin, Adolin and Renarin to be thrown into the Hogwarts world with their character development through the end of Words of Radiance but Hogwarts aged. I'm imagining that it is Harry's 4th or 5th year and that Renarin is Harry's age and the others are older. I have multiple plot bunnies in my head that require variations on the premise. Regardless, here is what I imagine happening when they are sorted:
The sorting hat barely touches Adolin's head before calling out “Gryffindor!” Adolin doesn't know quite how to handle the new situation he has found himself in and falls back on what he does understand as a defense. Unfortunately, this means he comes across as a superficial person who is extremely cocky and a huge flirt and the general impression that everyone gets is that they have been saddled with a new McLaggan. It takes several months and lots of set backs while Adolin learns how to interact with a world where the fact that he is a lighteyes Highprince is irrelevant, but he eventually finds his way and is accepted into the Gryffindor fold.
The sorting hat is less sure what to do with Renarin. It recognizes his quiet intelligence and wit and considers Ravenclaw, but Renarin wants Gryffindor. He has been told from the time he was very young that he is not cut out to be a warrior to the point that he has internalized the idea that he can't be. Despite this, he has always wanted to be able to follow in his father's and brother's footsteps. He is not at all confident that he truly belongs in Gryffindor, but he does know that that is where he really wants to be. The sorting hat considers and tells him that it would probably be truer to himself for Renarin to go to Ravenclaw, but that Gryffindor will also help him grow and respects his choice. Once he is in Gryffindor, Neville recognizes him as a kindred spirit and takes him under his wing. He is shocked the first time he has one of his minor epileptic fits and the other boys just shrug it off – after all, it is nothing compared to Harry's Voldemort induced visions. It boggles his mind that, for once, he is more popular than his brother and that it is more common here for him to need to defend Adolin's character than the other way around.
Kaladin doesn't believe it at first when they tell him a storming hat is going to sort him into a “house,” whatever that nonsense is. It sounds like a lighteyes thing – house Kholin, house Davar – and he wants nothing to do with it. Further explanations lead to the conclusion that it is more like being sorted into different barracks, which is at least something he can understand. Then they bring the hat out and it is an ancient thing that talks using a rip in its fabric as a mouth. Kaladin seriously considers throwing his hands up and walking out, but Adolin and Renarin are here, which means he needs to be here as well, so he grits his teeth and plays along. They put the hat on his head and he can suddenly hear it talking in his mind. Apparently these people have trapped a spren in a hat. The hat laughs at this thought and responds that it is not a bad analogy, but assures him that it is fine and there is no real hatspren that needs rescuing. At this point, to the surprise of the hat, Syl joins in the conversation. After much confusion, the sorting hat decides it is going to have to treat Kaladin and Syl as a single entity. It almost sends them to Gryffindor, but then realizes Kaladin's strong sense of honor is deeply rooted in his belief in the powers of hard work and doing what is right even when it isn't easy and sends them to Hufflepuff. Syl is pleased by this, but Kaladin is so overwhelmed by the whole business at this point that his only immediate reaction is to grumble that it is going to be hard to keep an eye on the storming Gryffindor Highprinces when he is in a different house.
Shallan gives the hat it's biggest challenge – at least until it discovers Pattern. Her dedication to her family and the hardwork and determination she showed while convicing Jasnah to taker her as a ward make her a solid candidate for Hufflepuff. Her clever use of lightweaving and willingness to do anything to achieve her goals, despite the questionable legality/morality of it, makes her the epitome of a Slytherin. She has the Gryffindor tendency to dive into things without fully thinking them through and a Ravenclaw's passion for learning. In the end it is Pattern's philosophy that “Truth is individual” and that “Your truth is what you see” that tips the scales and makes the hat decide to send them to Slytherin. Once in Slytherin, Shallan concludes that what she learned while figuring out how to navigate the Ghostbloods will serve her well in her new situation. It is going to be a challenge, but, with Pattern's help, she is absolutely up for it. [Note: There is so much potential here I can't even... We will see if I can get any of it to solidify. If anyone else wants to play with it (or any of the rest of it) I'm totally cool with that.]
In an alternate premise where Renarin is the only one who has jumped universes:
The sorting hat recognizes Renarin's courage and inner strength and wants to put him in Gryffindor. However, for the first time Renarin is in a place where no one knows him, where there are no preset expectations for him. In this new world, no one thinks it odd for a man to want to read and write. No one knows that he is the son of a Highprince. No one thinks he is a failure for not being comfortable around swords in general and shardeblades in particular. Gryffindor feels too much like the expectations he has escaped. He thinks Ravenclaw sounds acceptable. He would prefer not to be thrown into any preconceived classification, but if he has to have one, scholar sounds like a breath of fresh air. He thinks this might be an expectation he could actually live up to. The sorting hat grumbles about it and tells him that Gryffindor would be good for him, but accepts Renarin's choice in the end.
Because Syl would be fascinated by lava lamps and try to emulate them. Clearly.
So. I found my way to tumblr when I first discovered Brandon Sanderson's books. As a result, this, my main, was all Sanderson all the time. Tumblr won't let us change which blog is the main blog and my brain won't let me make this blog more general, so you'll find my general tumbling (currently including a great deal of Imperial Radch and Murderbot) on my "side blog" RithmatistKalyna.tumblr.com .
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