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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.  

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.

MOAR CHALKLINGS

I don't particularly identify with Melody, but I love her character and think it is super important that she exists (and a young adult novel is exactly the right place for her). Across his books, Sanderson has given us a whole collection of fantastic women who represent a wide range of personalities and strengths. Melody is our stereotypical high school girl. She loves unicorns and pegasus and flowers and drawing and is completely unapologetic about it. She dislikes math and is convinced that she is hopeless at it. She desperately wants to live up to expectations but hates the form they take and thinks they are impossible. She feels lost and alone. She is also amazing.

Spoilers for The Rithmatist under the break.  

She really does struggle with math. It doesn't come easily to her. At the same time though, we get to see that with the right teacher and the right motivation and working at the right pace, she can learn the math. It isn't something she needs to or should just give up at. Even by the end of the book, she still isn't great at math. She has improved, but it is a level of improvement that is reasonable given the amount of time she has been working. We see promise for her to improve more as she continues to work at it. It feels real.

Despite this (in some sense because of it) ends up playing a very important role. Everybody knows that rithmatics is all about the math and the precision of getting your lines and curves and binding points in exactly the right place. It is essentially a science. There are Lines of Making and you can sort of affect what they are good at by their shape, but controlling them is essentially an exercise in programing. You have to know ahead of time what you want them to do and you have to give the instructions carefully. Chalklings are notoriously difficult to work with.

Melody sees things differently. She struggles with the science of rithmatics, but excels at the art. Her chalklings are not the rough sketches thrown in almost as an after thought. Every one is a work of art. They are elegant and detailed and at least approximately anatomically correct. She believes in them. She whispers instructions and they do her bidding. For Melody, working with chalklings, the thing everyone knows is a lost cause, comes naturally. Her role is just as important as Joel's in their final battle, and the fact that she can do magic and he can't is only a very small part of why. Her wonderful unicorns were just as important as Joel's fancy defense circle and carefully placed shots.

Melody is the woman on the programming project who makes sure the user interface is intuitive and functional even if she doesn't do much of the actual programming. She is the mathematician or the physicist who struggles with the more involved computations, but can easily see the symmetries that turn a nasty problem into a much more straight forward one. She is the inventor who sees beautiful, functional things in the natural world and asks why we don't just do it that way. She is Important even as she is very much a stereotypical girl.

Melody is there for all of the high school girls who are convinced they can't do math (or other traditional subjects) and that their passions don't matter. She is there to show them that if they work at it, they can succeed at the areas they feel hopeless in and that their passions do matter. At the same time, she reminds the rest of us that the more unusual perspectives and talents are important. They can provide solutions that simply do not occur to more conventional people.

P is for Prickletac.  

Dear Cfsbf, 

It has come to my attention that the current logo used on the Coppermind (our wiki for all things Sanderson) was intended as a stopgap measure when it was added five years ago. We are planning to finally fix this and to do a redesign of the main page of the wiki. If you would be interested in helping/being part of this conversation (you don’t have to know about wikis), please reply to this post or shoot us an ask over at harmonys-coppermind :-) Any interest?

Hello and welcome to Cooking with Kaly.  I decided I wanted to make chouta. It was an adventure. 

We know that the meatballs are made by mixing flangria with ground lavis, forming it into balls, battering it and frying it.  To create these meatballs we therefore need something to represent flangria, something to represent lavis, and a way to put it together without egg (since eggs are unlikely to be used in cheap street food on Roshar.)

I happened to have ground turkey in the freezer that I had gotten on sale at some point. It seemed like a reasonable stand in for flangria. Given the range of ways lavis is used, I feel like corn is a reasonable earth analogue, so ground lavis gets to be corn meal.  I mixed the 1.5 lbs of meat with 1/4 cup of cornmeal, 1 Tbsp chili powder, 2 tsp cumin, and 2 tsp oregano, formed it into small balls (maybe a heaping Tbsp of meat per ball?  I didn’t measure), then covered them and put them in the fridge for a while to let the flavors meld.  

Before cooking them, I rolled them in cornmeal, dipped them in water (some but not all of the cornmeal will fall off), then rolled them in the cornmeal again.  I fried them in a thin layer of canola oil in a cast iron skillet until they were golden brown.  The cornmeal gets all crispy and the flavors are great.  I’m a big fan of these meatballs. (note:the plate in this picture is small, the meatballs are not giant. There are also a lot more meatballs not shown)

For the flatbread, I mixed 1 cup mashed potatoes (since tubers seem to be common on Roshar) with 1/4 cup cornmeal, a heaping 1/4 cup flour and 1 tsp baking soda. I kneaded the mixture until I had a dough that I could press out into a decent sized flatbread.  This made enough for 2. Transfer the pressed out flat bread *carefully* to the frying pan and make sure you don’t try to flip it too soon or it will tear and be a mess. This made a decent flatbread. I think the recipe needs work though.

I used the pan drippings from frying the meatballs to make the gravy, but I didn’t have any good broth to use so it came out a little bland.  I think drippings gravy is the right idea here, I just didn’t do it well.

Overall verdict: This definitely feels like street food. It was tasty and has the potential to be amazing once I get the flatbread and gravy right. Nomnomnom. It’s not going to win any awards for being good for you, but that’s not what this is about. 

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.”

Shallan's Journey: Chapter 3, In Which Pattern Declares English Full of Lies

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.

Hey guys. Iredomi posts their cosmere fanstuff over on sebrukiscrossbow and this includes a collection of lovely cosmere inspired poetry. This is me reading one of their poems. You can find the text of the poem in their original post here.