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Entire Dee Orenesaleem, was speaking about, little Daine who was hopefully going to take Partian’s place before they got ripped I some battle. Selections, received 20 microherns off from training to celebrate the royal ofspring in the Trance Doone.

The Doone was the place where most weavers, spent their free time, and in their opinion the best invention that Partian, Nostrate and weavers before them improved. All that the selections, had to do was to deposit their thoughts in the threads and the threads took the shape of their desires. Of course, the Doone had its limits; weavers could not see other weaver fantasy or very destructive textures that could damage the section’s solid white structure.

Selections spent most of their time in training, they did not have more than 4 microherns to spend in the Doone, and when they left ,their textures were always made to unwind. The life of a Dee Orenesaleem fighter was not an easy one, but all the weavers within it’s walls, knew that if they had a chance to survival it was under Partian Kein Aa Ma Rost’s instruction.

Partian, was a controller famous for his ingenuity. He invented complicated unwind tactics, and created the best training known to  weavers – the torture. Some considered it dangerous and improper, but it was proven to be the most efficient training for selections. In torture rooms, weavers learned pain, truth, evil and even madness. They were made for two weavers , the victim and the torturer. The torturer was in a greater danger than the victim, because of the posibility of the obsession with the desire to torture, witch in the end became incontrollable.

The weaving space was becoming smaller and smaller, despite the high mortality in the last 60 seconds, in Tarana and Daa Maste. Weaving technologies was greatly improved, as a result of the selections at Dee Orenesaleem and Kali Haqwe’s countless microherns in training rooms, and so everyone wanted bigger, and more complex textures.

Dee Orenesaleem fought Kali Haqwe for many seconds, but didn’t succeed in bringing its army down. Selections in Dee Orenesaleem, were all determined to bring end the sufffering of their familis and danger, by ripping as many of Kali Haqwe’s selections as they could. Nobody wanted war but, they knew that some weavers had to die and other weavers had to live if they wanted a luxurious life and security for their children.

 

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One of the most crafted selections, Lihaore, was weaving the furniture in Daine’s cubicle, at the Member’s Section. Her and, twenty selections had a place the size of the baby’s bedroom. Lihaore, obtained may privileges for her services to members, but she felt like an insignificant piece of an impermanent texture in their presence. They wore things, she could only have in the Trance Doone, and has a twin to please them in almost anything, not to mention the respect of the entire army and the rights to supervise all activity in Dee Orenesaleem.

The selection’s head was spinning, as the objects took shape in front of her eyes, she knew that if the room wasn’t going to be to Min and Eena’s liking, she had to start all over again popped up with a little essence at the Healing Section.

Daine’s room was a vast well illuminated space, made of two large rooms, separated by a wall and no door. Lihaore weaved the furniture in white and pale yellow with some golden details. The baby’s bead was in the north of the first room, with sharp golden legs, and a white material that cascaded from the bead’s edge and gave the impression that it entered in the texture of the white ceiling. The walls were decorated with one single abstract picture, in yellow and gold, of a female weaver sleeping. All the new textures in the room were in perfect chromatic and shape harmony, with one another. Lihaore weaved the last decorative items and finally put her center to rest.

Weavers had no knowledge about how they operated, just that they did. Once a weaver was cut open or died, he simply disappeared. Some said that once dead, they became threads, and others that the weavers were nothing but textures form the moment they came into the world. Some weavers were born with different particularities, like eyes of different colors, hair that stayed in unnatural positions, hands with very sharp fingers, and other unordinary qualities. It was known for certain, that a weaver with a strange particularity, had a very rare talent, and so many of Tarana’s newborn weavers from poor ignorant families, became selections in the massive fortress of Dee Orenesaleem.

 

Eena, came trough the long corridor illuminated by light textures, in the room of Daine. She was pleased with what she saw.

-         You have done a good job Lihaore, said Eena with a smile. I am certain that Min, will be as pleased as I am.

Lihaore smiled back, and asked if she could leave. Eena gave her the permission to spend the rest of the day in the Trance Doone, and one session in the Euphoria Nias section.

The selection departed the cubicle, leaving Eena with the freshly weaved  textures.     

 

 

    

 

Reviews

[Mel Stevens]

A few things on this one
First, I now know about Dee.
Watch your commas, you have some in weird places, I'm assuming from the translation.
Witch should be spelled which
Bead should be spelled bed
The way you show spoken word, did you do that on purpose?
That's all, good job