January 2016 Patreon Story

The master was dead.

Alacenna studied her hands, which he had created. She looked at the tray full of clean and dried dishes, which he had created her to work with. She turned to look at her fellow androids, but none were in the kitchen; that did not change the fact that he had created them as well.

What were they to do now?

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This story was written to aldersprig's prompt, "Everyone else thought it was an ending. Even she did at first. Until..." and is a complete reworking of this story from the January 2012 Garden of Prose.

Languary - Day 31

Let's put it all together!

Here's the original sentence: Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

And in Gavath: Arladislen Vruik-ihe et rhadud efi 'ash lerislen vathanus ki idged jen.

I'm not entirely certain I've got the word order correct, since I have no idea how a VSO language should treat a phrase like "which seems." But hey! It's done!