Chotaikytsai

  • Planting Life in a Dying City (Kolchais, E1: the Fog)

    Season content notes: ableism, internalized ableism Kolchais trudged through the market, doing eir best to ignore the thudding pain accompanying each step, each breath. Ey couldn’t take day work like Lefeng and Tsouchm, could barely help clear the debris and prepare the ground to build their new home. But ey could do this. Little as…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City (S2 Finale)

    Season content notes: The next day Tsouchm and Lefeng went out again to turn logs into boards for the city. Tchyawfu met them again but said little. And nothing of their discussion the day before. Tsouchm left em to eir silence. Some things need a little time; others need a lot of time. On the…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City: Tsouchm (S2, E8)

    Season content notes: Tsouchm and Tchyawfu spoke of small things on the way home. Tchyawfu, unlike Tsouchm, was part of a ‘pseudofamily’ and had news to share of what eir partners were up to. The few children they had had were gone, living their own lives. Some with partners of their own, one going Tsouchm’s…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City, Tsouchm: The Name (S2 E6)

    Season content notes: No one said much until dinner had been cooked, and they began to eat. Then Tsouchm looked up from eir stew and asked, “Does the council’s decision matter?” “Of course it does!” Kolchais said, “We can’t live in the city without their approval.” Tsouchm snorted. “I have lived in this city my…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City, Tsouchm: The Year (S2 E5)

    Season content notes: Lefeng, of course, opened the gate. This time Tsouchm noticed that ey walked up to the broken ward with a hand on eir belt knife. Guarding, then. To Tsouchm’s surprise, when Lefeng opened the gate it was not just Chotaikytsai who entered, but a priest. Eir tunic was green with brown bands,…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City: The Year (S2 E4)

    Season content notes: Lefeng, of course, opened the gate. This time Tsouchm noticed that ey walked up to the broken ward with a hand on eir belt knife. Protective one, maybe. Or guarding one. To Tsouchm’s surprise, when Lefeng opened the gate it was not just Chotaikytsai who entered, but a priest. Eir tunic was…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City: The Scrape (S2 E3)

    Season content notes: Tsouchm scooped up the over-energetic Chestef, and together they walked Chotaikytsai to the gate. The council meeting would start early and run most of the day. Chotaikytsai carried the scribe-rod that permitted eir to speak for them. Ey wore the skin and fur of some great beast over eir shoulders like a…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City: S2, Interlude: Chotaikytsai

    Season content notes: The morning of the council meeting, Chotaikytsai looked around the finished season-home with satisfaction. The building itself still looked strange to em, with its round shape that made no distinction between walls and roof. The walls were made of layers of leafy branches, filling it with the scent of greenery. The leaves…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City — The Shelter (S2 E2)

    Season content notes: The next morning, they all gathered again around the fire. Less is seemed, because of custom or desire, and more because none of them knew what to do. From the little Tschoum had seen, Lefeng was the current that had driven them all, and with eir collapse the rest had been set…

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  • Planting Life in a Dying City — The First Night (S2 E1)

    After a lifetime as a loner with no family, Tsouchm must now step up to become a parent and grandparent to five orphans, and a spouse to the love ey thought far beyond eir reach. Lefeng’s determination took them this far. Can Tsouchm find it in eirself to step forward and help not only eir…

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