Shallan's Journey: Chapter 5, In Which We Get Out Of The House

I sat down to work on the “Sh is for Shalebark” page and got the basic layout and text done. Then I started contemplating which kind of shalebark I wanted to draw.  I’m bad at decisions, so you get this instead... If you want to know more about Shalebark, the Coppermind page is good :-) 

Shallan's Journey: Chapter 2, In Which Shallan Meets a Fire Chicken

A sudden whooshing sound made Shallan spin around and her jaw fall open in shock at the resulting vision. A burst of flame quickly resolved itself into a person and the most brilliant chicken she had ever seen! After a few moments, during which she and the new man studied each other, Pattern drifted into her view and buzzed “Shallan. Your mouth. You are staring.”

Her jaw snapped shut and she quickly looked down as she began thinking frantically. This new man was certainly pale enough to be Shin, but he had far, far too much hair and she had never heard of Shin being able to travel in fire. For that matter she had never heard of anyone being able to travel in fire. Oh storms! She had no idea what was going on or what she should do next... but... but she had gotten through unfamiliar situations before... she just had to decide how to play this. Surely it wouldn't be worse than her first few meetings with the Ghostbloods. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to center herself. Confidence. She could do this. Pattern's gentle buzzing as he floated near her head was reassuring. He was often good at helping her sort through things and if everything went completely storms up she would at least be able to defend herself. She held her sketchbook close to her chest with her sleeved safehand and her traveling bag to her side with her freehand as she looked back up at the man and the fire chicken with what she hoped was an expression of wary confidence.

She realized that he seemed to be just as curious about her as she was about him. Well, she supposed that if he was typical of the people here, then she probably appeared quite unusual. His sparkling purple dress thing was nothing like men would wear anywhere on Roshar.

Dumbledore wasn't accustomed to being speechless, but he truly wasn't sure how to react to the young woman he found when he arrived. She seemed startled, so he kept his face serene as he stood quietly to give her time to compose herself – and him time to try to make sense of the situation. She was wearing a style of dress he had never encountered despite his many years and extensive travels and seemed to be accompanied by a small whirling mass of black lines. Most curious indeed. When she looked back up and didn't seem inclined to either attack or run away, he took a step toward her and gestured in greeting.

“My dear girl. I noticed unexpected activity here at Stonehenge and came to investigate. Would you mind telling me who you are?”

Shallan looked back at him in confusion. His language was unlike anything she had ever heard before. She opened her mouth planning to say something formal and productive, but what came out was “Who on Roshar are you and where are we?” Pattern buzzed in a way that sounded almost like a snicker. “Mmmm...There's my Shallan. The strange man probably can't understand us anymore than we can understand him.” Shallan glared at Pattern.

Dumbledore's eyes widened as he watched this exchange. She spoke a rather curious sounding language and her friend seemed to be able to communicate directly with her. This was most unusual. He began contemplating how he could communicate with her. There were spells to ease translation, but they all required the caster to have some knowledge of both of the languages they were working with, a condition he usually easily met. They would not work here though.

Shallan narrowed her eyes in thought. She had no idea how to get back to Roshar (it was clear by now that she was no longer there) and as a Lightweaver she was fairly certain her surges wouldn't be particularly helpful for getting back. As much as she didn't like it, this most likely meant that she was stuck here until Jasnah figured out what had happened and was able to rescue her. Unless Jasnah showed up soon, it wouldn't be practical for her to just sit here waiting for her. This meant that, at the very least, she needed information. Right now her best hope of information was this strange man. Shallan made eye contact with him and then pointed to herself. “Shallan.”

The man smiled and nodded to her as he repeated, “Shallan,” and responded with a similar gesture and “Albus.”

Shallan nodded slightly, “Albus.” Now what... Shallan bit her lip and then sat down as she opened her sketchbook and pulled out a pen. They couldn't communicate in words, but pictures didn't have a language. Her pen flew across the page as she quickly sketched Urithiru and the portal they had been experimenting on. She sketched the palace of Jah Keved and added lines that would hopefully suggest that she was hoping to travel there. She then drew a large slash through Jah Keved and firmer lines from the portal into a solid black blob with further lines leading to a quick sketch of her current surroundings. As she finished, she stood and turned the sketchbook toward him hopefully.

Albus studied the image thoughtfully. Whoever this girl was, she had quite a talent for drawing. That quick sketch of Stonehenge was quite remarkable. He turned his attention to the rest of the picture. There was an interesting tower that she seemed to be suggesting was the starting point of her journey. Next to it seemed to be a traveling device of some sort with the indication that it was supposed to take her to the other large building. Instead it apparently took her into a void and then dumped her here. Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and slowly pulled out his wand.

Shallan watched with fascination as the man, Albus, she reminded herself, took out an oddly uniform stick and began weaving it through the air. To her astonishment, he began to form the image of a large stone castle in the air between them. Was this man another Lightweaver?! Was that stick some strange fabrial? The image zoomed into a room where there was an image of Albus sitting at a desk... Shallan squinted, was he...writing? The image man then looked up and over at a small image of the fire chicken. The fire chicken image flew to the image of the man, which appeared to grab the fire chicken's tail before they both disappeared in a flash of fire. Albus waved his arm and the castle also vanished.

He then wove an image of what appeared to be a home with several other people around and then added an image of himself, the fire chicken and...and Shallan... appearing in a burst of flame.

Shallan frowned. Aside from questioning the brilliance of going anywhere in a strange land with a strange man she had just met, Shallan was worried about what would happen if Jasnah made it here and she wasn't nearby. She turned back to her sketchbook and flipped to the next page. This time she started with an image of Jasnah next to an image of Urithiru with her hand up to her eyes as though looking out of the page. She followed it with an increasingly hasty series of places around Roshar with a flowing line connecting all of them in sequence. Then a picture of Jasnah at a desk surrounded by books and finally an image of Jasnah at in their current location looking sad and confused.

Albus nodded slowly. Shallan seemed to be indicating that someone would be frantically looking for her and didn't want to miss them when, if, they made it here. While he was contemplating the problem Shallan turned to Pattern. “Do you know of any way we could leave a message here for Jasnah? Maybe in Shadesmar?”

“Mmmmm... Jasnah will be tracking you, not just your path. Moving around shouldn't interfere much.”

“You are sure?”

“Nothing is sure. Sure is truth, but truth is based on lies and always changing.”

Shallan rolled her eyes. Someday she would learn not to try to get a straight answer out of Pattern. “Do you think we should go with the man and his fire chicken?”

“Mmmm... he makes good lies. ”

Right. That would be what Pattern focused on. Well, Albus had been reasonable so far and she didn't exactly have any other options. Now, how to tell him that she was willing (or at least had resigned herself) to go with him...

Shallan turned back to her sketchbook and made a sketch of the fire chicken with both her and Albus holding its tail and then got Albus's attention. He gave her a questioning look and pointed back at her Jasnah sketch montage. Shallan shrugged and pointed at Pattern. There was no point in trying to explain her rough understanding of what Pattern had tried to tell her. Albus smiled, nodded and looked around carefully to make sure they were alone before saying slowly and carefully, “The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.”

Shallan raised her eyebrows and cocked her head. Was she supposed to have gotten anything from that? Albus sighed and repeated the first word, “The,” and then gestured to her. Shallan repeated it back to him. They went through the whole phrase that way, first with the individual words and then with subphrases until Shallan was able to repeat the whole thing back to him. The words felt strange in her mouth and she had no idea what they meant or what their importance was, but she could say them.

Fawkes, who had been flying a sort of dance in and about the standing stones, now flew over to them and dangled his tail feathers between them. Shallan held out her arm and, to Dumbledore's astonishment, her friend seemed to meld into the sleeve of her dress. This girl came with no end of surprises. Shallan took a deep breath and confidently but gently took hold of Fawkes's tail with her freehand. Dumbledore joined her and they vanished in a flash of flame.

After the events of the last year, Shallan thought she had about had her share of new, unsettling experiences. The process of traveling by fire chicken wasn't actually that shocking – she felt a little warm and a slight tickling before suddenly arriving in a dark gloomy hallway – except for the simple fact that it had happened. Shallan had accepted the fact that there were fully sentient spren. She had, very reluctantly, accepted that she was on track to become one of the new Knights Radiant – the order whose previous incarnation had betrayed all of mankind on the Day of Recreance. She knew that Jasnah could use Shadesmar to travel quickly around Roshar and that Kaladin, that storming obnoxious but fascinating bridgeman captain, could use stormlight to fly.

If the fire chicken had been a spren, she might have been able to just accept that Albus had some unknown surge that let them use fire to travel. The chicken, however, was clearly not a spren. It was a chicken. A flashy, brightly colored, singing chicken, but it was a chicken. Chickens did not travel in fire. If chickens and fire went together they became food.

While Shallan was still mostly out of it as she tried to come to terms with the idea of traveling by fire chicken, Albus gently led her down the hall to a staircase and then down into what appeared to be a kitchen. The sound of several people talking over each other startled Shallan out of her confusion just in time to notice a woman wearing short sleeves with both hands and arms exposed standing at what seemed to be a stove. She scanned the room and saw that there were boys, girls, men and women sitting together at the table eating the same food. She groaned, took a step back so that she was against the wall next to the stairs they had just come down, slid to the floor and buried her head in her arms. Oh storms. This world was nothing like Jah Keved, Kharbranth, or Alethkar.  

Welcome to the 2015 Cross Cosmere Rithmatics Olympiad!

The other night in FNCC I brought up the question of what would happen if someone drew a chasmfiend chalkling.  Things snowballed from there and dm-mo, ElderDragonMystic and I got carried away.  As a result, our friends from across the Cosmere are gathering to compete in games derived from one of Sanderson’s non-Cosmere magic systems.

Welcome to the 2015 Cross Cosmere Rithmatics Olympiad!  Teams are gathering from across the Cosmere to compete in an exciting assortment of rithmatic events! The games will be kicking off soon and we here at the Cosmere Chronicle will follow the action when they do, but in the mean time let’s introduce the teams.  

Roshar is fielding three teams this year.  

The first is their traditional team from the Alethkar Academy of Rithmatics.  This team’s roster is formed of brothers Adolin and Renarin Kholin, their cousin Elhokar Kholin, and Shallan Davar, a young woman who hails from Jah Keved.  As expected, these four all have solid groundings in classical rithmatics and should be a force to reckon with.  Rumor has it that there is some dissension in the group though and that they don’t always work particularly well as a team. It will be interesting to watch them and see how this plays out

The other two teams are a ragtag bunch known only as Bridge 4 that are not associated with the Alethkar Academy.  This motley crew appears to bring together students from nearly all regions of Roshar and has divided itself into a Division 1 and a Division 2 team. The senior team consists of Kaladin “Stormblessed”, Moash, Teft and Sigzil.  The junior team is comprised of Lopen, Rysn, Tien, Lift and Syl and coached by Numuhukumakiaki'aialunamor “Rock” of the Unkalaki.  We know very little about the rithmatic background of any of these competitors, but if what we have seen in the practice fields is any indication, they could shake things up - they appear to be bringing a style unlike anything we have seen before.

Scadrial is fielding two teams, one each for Division 1 and Division 2.

Scadrial’s senior team should look familiar to anyone who follows Intra-Cosmere Rithmatics.  It is, as expected, comprised of husband and wife team Elend and Vin Venture as well as The Survivors, Kelsier and Spook.  In case you don’t  usually follow ICR, Scadrial rithmatics is known for working in pairs and they should help make the pairs dueling exciting to watch.  The Ventures work seamlessly together while Kelsier and Spook always seem to be able to recover no matter what mess of a situation they find themselves in.

Oddly enough, Scadrial’s division 2 team has an odd number of competitors: the established duo Wax Ladrian and Wayne and newcomer Marasi Colms.  We caught Marasi to ask her how it is working in rithmatics on Scadrial without a partner. She informed us very matter of factly that she simply hasn’t found the right partner yet, but that there was no way she was going to let that cause her to miss the opportunity to come to the games this year.  Based on the rest of our conversation, we expect her to hold her own in the theory competition.

Sel is also fielding a team for each division.

To form its senior team, Sel held a local preliminary competition where it ended up choosing a pair each from two very different parts of the planet.  It is comprised of Sarene, Hrathen, Shai and Gaotona.  It will be interesting to see how the four members blend their styles for the team portions of the games, but they all seem quite focused and determined to win.  One thing is certain - we can always expect precision from Sel rithmatics.

Sel’s division 2 team is possibly the most unusual team - its captain, Raoden, isn’t actually a Rithmatist!  When we found Raoden to ask about this, he calmly reminded us that one doesn’t have to be a Rithmatist to be a scholar of rithmatic theory. His team is rounded out by a particularly laid back young man named Galladon and an enthusiastic but clearly intelligent girl named Kaise who is, we believe, this year’s youngest competitor.  

Political unrest on Nalthis has disrupted its rithmatics program, so it has only sent one team this year.  Veteran Vasher is back and should be a powerhouse in any event he competes in,  though rumors suggest that he may only be here for theory this year.  The team seems to be held together by the lovely princesses of Idris, Vivenna and Sisirinah.  It is rounded out by Siri’s quiet husband Susebron. Keep an eye on Nalthis if you are interested in chalklings.  No one is quite sure how they do it, but in the past we have seen chalklings from the Nalthiean competitors that seem almost sentient.

We here at the Cosmere Chronicle look forward to sharing the Cross Cosmere Rithmatics Olympiad with you in the coming days.  We will bring you the results from the events, analysis of different rithmatic styles, and stories from around Olympic Village.

I'm having trouble getting the next chapter of my Shallan in HP land crossover right, so I've been rereading Shallan chapters trying to figure out why things aren't working.  It's getting there.  In the mean time, have some Pattern thoughts:

“The pattern seemed impossible to capture. Its complex repetitions twisted down into infinity.” (pg 67)

Our dear friend Pattern is a fractal. This much is clear. It takes a while, but Shallan finally gets around to asking Pattern if he has a name beyond the one she has given him. His response:

“Name is numbers. Many numbers. Hard to say. Pattern...Pattern is fine.” (pg 215)

Fractal patterns that are on some level infinitely complex can often be described by seemingly simple equations or sets of rules.

Theory/ Headcanon: Pattern's true name is a mathematical description of his fractal form. The fractal exists in multiple dimensions and his appearance in the physical realm is just one tiny slice of his full form: the intersection of the fractal with the physical realm. His apparently changing patterns are not actually his pattern changing, but instead him moving so that the intersection changes and we get different views of him. His ability to shrink corresponds to moving so that his intersection with the physical realm is smaller.   

Now I really want to know Pattern's true name.

OMH THAT IS ABSOLUTELY STORMING ADORABLE!!!!! You’re amazing :D

“anything about axehounds or chulls or skyeels or other stormlight critters”

For kalynaanne! Here’s an axehound pup taking a nap in the afternoon sun. :D

So... I was experimenting with the watercolor brushes in FreshPaint and playing around with ways to get different effects for skies...and then this happened... so here, have a happy playful skyeel flying through the sunbeams with its little fishy spren friends.

Shallan's Journey: Chapter 4, In Which Pattern Gets to Play

This morning started as the last few had, with Shallan meeting the others for breakfast and then returning to the library to study English with the girls while Molly tried to wrangle the boys into helping her clean the house. Today, however, there was something going on that called Molly out of the house and left the kids to their own devices. Sirius was still home, of course, but he spent most of his time upstairs moping with Buckbeak and when he did come out was rather more likely to cause mischief than to be a responsible adult. As the oldest Weasleys left in the house, Fred and George had decided this meant they had free rein to do as their hearts desired. Naturally, this meant that Ginny had bright green hair and Hermione's pens were dancing away from her every time she reached for one. A few minutes ago, Hermione had finally snapped and begun laying into the twins about how irresponsible they were being and trying to insist that they set everything to rights and then leave them alone. Ginny had joined in and now there was a full scale argument making it difficult for Shallan to think. She narrowed her eyes as she contemplated the best way to handle this.

Shallan had been reluctant to use any of the moderate supply of stormlight she had brought with her in case she ended up really needing it later, but she decided that it probably wouldn't hurt anything to use a small bit of it. She flipped to a clean page of her notebook and drew out a fierce image of Molly shaking her finger along with a few other quick sketches that would allow the image to move. “Pattern,” she whispered, “would you like to startle them?” Pattern buzzed excitedly in response, but Shallan quickly shushed him. “We are going to sneak out into the hall where I'm going to attach an image of their mother to you and then...” she continued to whisper instructions as they sneaked around the argument and out into the hall. She infused Pattern with stormlight and triggered the illusion before quickly slipping back into the room to watch the results.

She had just gotten back to the table when Molly's voice boomed from the door, “Fred! George! What is the meaning of this?! I told you to leave the girls alone!”

Everyone immediately froze and looked toward the door while Fred and George jumped away from the others, “Mum!” “We didn't know” “you were” “already back!” “Of course” “we were” “being nice” “to the girls” “anyway, but...” they trailed off in confusion as the image of their mother flickered out and died and they noticed Shallan trying and failing to hide her snickering.

Ginny was the first to figure out what must have happened, “Whoa! You can do wandless magic? That was a really impressive illusion! How did you do it? What else can you do?!”

Shallan shrugged. She was getting much better at understanding English, but was still shaky when it came that fast and still not particularly confident speaking it herself. “It is... not your magic... Ummm...” she pulled out the sphere she had already pulled some of the stormlight from. “I am a...” she searched briefly for an appropriate English word and gave up “lightweaver, so I use these,” she held up the sphere, “to... to make things.”

Hermione began bouncing on her toes, “Oh! But that's fascinating! May I see it?” She held out her hand in question. Shallan handed the sphere to her and Hermione examined it carefully. “Oh wow. That looks like an emerald! And it glows... Can you show us how you do it?”

Shallan nodded, “Sure,” as she took the sphere back, “um, what should I make?”

Ginny grinned at her, “Can you show us your boyfriend?”

Shallan gave her a slightly sad smile and turned to her notebook to draw out the sketch of Adolin that she would need for the illusion. She breathed more of the stormlight in from the sphere so that she was just slightly glowing and breathed it out as she created an illusion of Adolin standing there grinning at them in his impeccable Kholin blue uniform. Storms. She had been so caught up in dealing with everything that, even when telling the girls about people from Roshar, she hadn't realized how much she missed him. Seeing her illusion standing there now though... It looked just like him, of course, except that the storming man never stood that still...

She sighed and buried her head in her arms on the table as she wondered what Adolin and Jasnah and the all of the others were doing. She knew Jasnah wouldn't give up on her, but, storms, she didn't know where she was, how did Jasnah have any chance? A gentle touch on her shoulder pulled her back and she looked up to see that Ginny had slid into the seat next to her and was now giving her a concerned look. Shallan didn't have the English to fully explain, so she just shrugged as she whispered, “I miss them.” She let Ginny pull her into a hug as she put herself back together. It wasn't easy, but then nothing in her life ever seemed to be.

The others looked on somewhat helplessly as Ginny comforted Shallan. Hermione desperately cast about for a distraction. She wasn't good at these things like Ginny was, but she did know that her own usual response to being upset was to throw herself into a project. From her interactions with Shallan over the last few days, she figured there was a good chance that Shallan was the same way. Her eyes flew around the room for inspiration and finally lit on the wand that Fred was holding loosely at his side. “Oh! Of course!” She blushed as everyone immediately turned to look at her, “Well, it just occurred to me that we know Shallan has something like magical abilities, but we haven't done anything to test whether she can use our magic.” She looked beseechingly up at Fred, “Could Shallan borrow your wand for a minute, just so we can see if she can use it?”

Ginny rolled her eyes at Hermione,“Really? You think this is what we should be doing right now?” In the mean time, Pattern had buzzed over to Shallan and explained what Hermione was suggesting. Shallan gave Ginny a small smile, “It's ok, I want to know too,” and then looked eagerly over to Hermione. This was good. As long as she didn't think about home she would be fine. Pattern would probably fuss at her later for having too many lies, but it wasn't like there was anything productive she could do.

Fred shrugged curiously and handed Shallan his wand, “Just be careful with with.” Shallan nodded seriously as she reached to accept it, “I will.” When her hand closed around the handle, her eyes widened and she stared down at the wand. She swore she could almost feel it vibrating. “Pattern, what is this thing? It looks like a fancy stick, but...”

“Mmmm, it says it is a wand.”

“Well, yes, that is what they told us, but what is it?”

Pattern seemed to shrug. Shallan could never quite figure out how his twisting mass of lines mimicked human gestures, but he managed it some how. “It says it is a wand.”

Shallan rolled her eyes. Sticks, even fancy, magical sticks, were hopeless. She looked back up at her new friends. “Sorry. I was...distracted.”

Hermione smiled, “That's ok. Do you feel anything from the wand?” Shallan pursed her lips, “Yes, but I don't have the words...”

“Ok, well, let's try something. Your magic system seems to involve light, so let's start there.” Hermione grabbed a pencil, “You move the wand like this and say 'lumos' and the tip of the wand should light up.”

Shallan tried unsuccessfully. She gave a slight sigh. There was no promise this was going to work, and even if it did, she shouldn't have been expecting it to work on the first try. George pulled out his own wand and stepped over to her. “First off you should be holding the wand like this,” he held his wand out in front of him so that she could see and imitate. “Then you move it like this.” He demonstrated the motion and the encouraged her to do it with him, “You don't want to whip the wand around too fast, but you do want a nice smooth motion.” They practiced the motion a couple of times before George was satisfied. “Now, when you get to this point in the motion, you say 'lumos'”. George demonstrated and the tip of his wand lit up. Shallan concentrated as she tried again and, to her delight, the wand tip actually lit this time! Interestingly, casting the spell almost felt like pushing stormlight into something...

She grinned before narrowing her eyes briefly at the wand in contemplation and then laying it carefully on the table. She grabbed her sketchbook and drew out a quick sketch of an axehound. She picked the wand, still lit, back up and, imagining that the light on the end of the wand was stormlight, pushed it out into an illusion of an axehound.

Shallan's whoop of victory was drowned out by Ginny's shriek. Even though she knew on some level that it was just an illusion, she leapt backwards and her voice trembled slightly as she squeeked out, “What is that thing?! It looks like something Hagrid would love...” The twins examined the new image excitedly and Hermione looked it over cautiously. Shallan grinned at them, “It's just an axehound. My brother,” her voice caught slightly, but she pushed it away and kept going, “my brother used to raise them. We keep them as pets back home.”

Having recovered from sudden appearance of the strange creature, Hermione looked back up at Shallan with eyes shining in excitement, “Regardless of what it is, you made it with Fred's wand instead of one of your glowing marbles! We have to get you a wand!”

At this point Ron wandered into the room, “What is all the screaming about?” Ginny gave her brother an unreadable look and pointed at the axehound in the corner. “Oh bloody hell!” He scrambled back towards the door. “That thing has way too many legs! Did Hagrid stop by?”

Ginny smirked at him. Her brother's reaction helped her get past her own, “Nope. Shallan used Fred's wand to create it. It is apparently like a dog where she comes from.”

Ron shook his head. “No way anyone would keep something like that as a pet.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, “I know we wouldn't, but if you grew up with them they would seem normal.”

“If that thing is normal, her world must be completely creepy.”

“Ron! Shallan is right here! If you can't be nice you can just bugger off again.”

Ron threw his hands up in the air and grumbled as he stormed off, “The crazy alien girl shows up with creepy creatures and suddenly she is all anyone cares about....”

Ginny shook her head as she turned back to Shallan. “I'm sorry about my brother. He isn't good at accepting new things.” Shallan nodded with a sigh. “I understand. I also have several brothers and, umm.. they are not always exactly...” she trailed off. She did not want to try to explain her family.

Hermione cut in, “Let's go find Sirius. Maybe he will know how we can get Shallan her own wand.” She led them farther up the house than Shallan had yet been. “You've met Sirius at dinner a few times, but he tends to keep to himself. I don't think he's very happy here.”

As they entered the room, Shallan's eyes were immediately drawn to the large creature in the room. Hermione had immediately turned to talk to Sirius, but Ginny caught Shallan's arm before she could rush over to it. “Whoa, Shallan. Buckbeak is friendly, but you have to meet him properly. Like this.”

She walked slowly until she was in Buckbeak's direct line of sight and then bowed. Buckbeak blinked at her and returned the bow, so she stepped in to stroke his neck.

While Shallan was watching this, Pattern buzzed up beside her “Is that a horse chicken?”

“I don't know anymore than you do, but it certainly looks like it. Storms. And they thought my axehound was strange...” Ginny gestured for Shallan to come closer and bow. It took a little longer this time for Buckbeak to respond, but he eventually did and Shallan stepped closer to join Ginny in stroking his neck. “Ginny, what kind of creature is Buckbeak?” Ginny looked at her slightly surprised, but then shook her head, “I guess you wouldn't know, would you... Buckbeak is a hippogriff.”

Shallan frowned as she examined him. “He can't be happy in this room. Does he even have space to stretch his wings?” Ginny sighed. “I think so? The reason he is here is complicated.” Shallan was distracted from her thoughts by the sound of her name.

“Hey, Shallan!” Hermione called. Shallan promised Buckbeak she would be back later, he was a fascinating creature, and walked over to Hermione and Sirius. “Can you show Sirius your axehound?”

She still had Fred's wand so she nodded as she carefully lit it with Lumos and then pushed the light from the wand into the image. Behind her she heard Buckbeak snort and Ginny calm him.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “That's a mighty unusual way to use magic.”

Shallan shrugged. “It works.”

“Ah, that it does.”

Hermione cut in impatiently, “Do you see why we need to get her a wand? It's silly for her not to have one when she is capable of that!”

Shallan looked at them, “How would I get one?”

Sirius frowned at her, “That's the question, isn't it. I have more money than I know what to do with, so that's not a problem, but people usually get a wand by going to Ollivander's, and I'm not sure how we are going to get you to Diagon Alley. I'd take you, but Dumbledore won't let me leave the house.”

“Why not?”

“I was accused of a crime I didn't commit. You see...” he proceeded to explain the mess his life had been since the decision to make Peter the real secret keeper. At the end of his story he shook his head “I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. It can't be very interesting.”

Pattern buzzed appreciatively “Mmmm... so many layers of lies...I like this one...He would fit with your guards back on Roshar.” Shallan laughed helplessly at Pattern's comment. “He would, wouldn't he...Oh why do I keep finding myself in this kind of position...” She looked back over to Sirius. “I, ah, might be able to help with a disguise that would let you go out without being caught.”

Sirius's eyes lit up at the idea of being able to escape the house, but Hermione cautiously chimed in, “We'll have to make sure it holds long enough and isn't easily dispelled.”

Sirius wilted when Shallan nodded, but looked back up slightly hopeful when she added. “Yes, but we can test it. If we have enough light, I think it could work.”

Rithmatics: Part 7, The Incenter and 9 Point Ellipses

In the last post, we determined that the incenter (the intersection of the angle bisectors of the triangle) is probably the most viable center option for constructing 9-point ellipses. Today we will look at what we can get by using different triangles.

The first thing to note is that for an equilateral triangle the incenter is the same as the orthocenter.  This is because the angle bisectors are also the altitudes of the triangle.  This means that the resulting conic is going to be the 6 point circle we are already familiar with.

When we were working with the orthocenter, right triangles gave us special cases because two of the legs of the triangle were also altitudes.  Since we are using angle bisectors instead of altitudes now, right triangles do not form a special case.  In fact, we will never have a situation where a bisector coincides with a triangle side.  

Another interesting thing to note is that, unlike the orthocenter, the incenter will always be inside the triangle, even if the triangle is obtuse.  This means that obtuse triangles now produce new 9 bind-point patterns.

The most interesting case occurs when we look at isosceles triangles. Here, the angle bisector for the different angle also bisects the base of the triangle.  This means that those two points coincide and we end up with 8-point  ellipses.  Furthermore, the  symmetry of the triangle means that the angle bisector of the unique angle will also end up being an axis of the 8-point ellipse.  If the unique angle is smaller than the two matching angles, it will be the major axis.  If it is larger, it will be the minor axis.  Both possibilities have potential strengths and could be used to design useful defenses.

Next time we will either go off the deep end with a crazy idea I have for Lines of Warding or we will dive into Lines of Vigor. I haven't decided topic I want to write up next.

I finally got around to reading Sanderson's Shadows for Silence in the Forests of Hell (I've had the anthology checked out from the library for a couple of weeks). It has a lullaby. My brain provided a tune for the lullaby (I do not know where the tune came from, I don't recognize it and if it sounds like anything it was unintentional).  Getting this file into a form tumblr would take was a stupidly convoluted process and I'm not entirely happy with the recording quality (I really don't know what I'm doing with recording), but, here, have a cosmere lullaby.

For your consideration: Adolin, Evi, and Fashion

Consider: Evi moving from Rira to Alethkar and learning to cope with the new culture and all of the safehand nonsense. Then marrying the blackthorn and collecting and analyzing fashion folios to figure out how she can be a Good Vorin Wife while still trying to be true to herself.

Consider:  Smol Adolin sitting with her, only half understanding, as she talks half to him and half to herself about balancing traditions and current fashion. And then when he shows interest - because if mom cares then so should he - she starts also getting the fashion folios for boys and young men and altering Adolin's clothes with ideas he likes from the folios.

Consider: Evi encouraging Adolin when he starts fashioning himself play armor out of the rockbud shells he finds laying around. Evi teaching smol Adolin knots and the very basics of sewing.

Consider: An older Adolin trying to follow his father’s example and getting into dueling. Adolin coming home with tears in his clothes from roughhousing and fighting his friends/rivals and Evi sitting him down and teaching him how to mend his clothes. Not just how to mend them, but how to do it in ways that make the mending look intentional and fashionable.

Consider: Evi at the war camps feeling like she is losing control of everything and her life is falling apart, but still making sure she is put together and trying to make sure her boy has his jacket because that's one of the few things she CAN still control .

Consider: After Evi’s death, Adolin seeking out the folios himself and growing closer to his tailor while he continues to improve his sewing skills because it's a connection he has to his mom that he doesn't want to lose.

Consider: Adolin taking the group to his tailor, not just because he is into fashion but because she filled something of a surrogate mother role for him after Evi died and he truly does trust her completely. And THEN in Shadesmar when he is feeling useless and helpless on the ship he sits down and sews himself a halfway decent outfit because, storm it, even if he can't control anything else, he can still control THIS and the process of the sewing reminds him of his mother's strength even when she felt helpless and that helps him keep holding himself together and doing what he can.