The Whispering Sands
Oct. 3rd, 2019 12:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysabetwordsmithWhile chatting with friends, I had reason to lay out a bit of history. For a long time, my main fantasy world was a place called Hallelaine, and on its southern continent was a desert called the Whispering Sands. It had a bunch of cultures all flung together, some more functional than others.
Once upon a time in the Whispering Sands desert, there was a band called the Bintim Havah, the Daughters of the Wind. Which is to say, "fatherless daughters" who had run off into the wild because they didn't like their life in the tribe. They were sort of traders, sort of bandits, and not exactly anything. There was the one who sewed her snatch closed, and the one who made a saddle out of the tanned hide of her rapist and so on. They had a number of confrontations about gender issues. If a woman arrives pregnant and it's a boy, can she keep it? If so, when does the baby man have to leave the all-female band? Can a man be raped, or only a woman? If someone with a penis announces herself as a woman, is she or is she not? Other deserts dicker over race or religion, this one dickers over gender. Whatever.
One day, some of the Daughters of the Wind agreed with each other, and disagreed with the others, enough to peel off and become a tribe. The Taja, I think they became. And the first thing they did was sit down and throw out EVERYTHING about gender. They took it apart like a wagon in a bad neighborhood. Then they played with the loose parts awhile and agreed on two NEW genders: nurturer and provider. The former contained a lot of things commonly considered feminine, the latter contained a bunch of things commonly considered masculine ... but they were both voluntary and performative. Nobody looked at anyone's crotch and declared their gender on account of it. (Though there was that time they watched a bandit man's actions and decided that since he was acting like a nurturer, he must be one, which confused the hell out of all the bandits. They were right though.) So they went south and settled there.
Couple centuries later, another group hived off and went north, to the Brindled Hills, where they became Waterjewel. They did the same damn thing, only after they were done dismantling everything, they reassembled all the bits into five genders: hrish (masculine), hrin (feminine), hirshn (both), nrish (neuter), and shrin (I'm-not-telling). And none of that was any guarantee what was under the robes: it was statistically likely to match the description, but didn't have to, and could be anything. Waterjewel is a very weird and wonderful tribe, and most everyone else is scared of them.
There's also a bandit tribe that has what they call "the mellifluous gender," with people who can present as masculine or feminine on any given day: but always one or the other, and always day by day, neither switching in the middle nor mixing elements.
For a while, I thought those 8 options pretty much spanned the spectrum of what gender could do. That was back in junior high or early high school though. Since then, I've explored a lot more sex/gender configurations.
Once upon a time in the Whispering Sands desert, there was a band called the Bintim Havah, the Daughters of the Wind. Which is to say, "fatherless daughters" who had run off into the wild because they didn't like their life in the tribe. They were sort of traders, sort of bandits, and not exactly anything. There was the one who sewed her snatch closed, and the one who made a saddle out of the tanned hide of her rapist and so on. They had a number of confrontations about gender issues. If a woman arrives pregnant and it's a boy, can she keep it? If so, when does the baby man have to leave the all-female band? Can a man be raped, or only a woman? If someone with a penis announces herself as a woman, is she or is she not? Other deserts dicker over race or religion, this one dickers over gender. Whatever.
One day, some of the Daughters of the Wind agreed with each other, and disagreed with the others, enough to peel off and become a tribe. The Taja, I think they became. And the first thing they did was sit down and throw out EVERYTHING about gender. They took it apart like a wagon in a bad neighborhood. Then they played with the loose parts awhile and agreed on two NEW genders: nurturer and provider. The former contained a lot of things commonly considered feminine, the latter contained a bunch of things commonly considered masculine ... but they were both voluntary and performative. Nobody looked at anyone's crotch and declared their gender on account of it. (Though there was that time they watched a bandit man's actions and decided that since he was acting like a nurturer, he must be one, which confused the hell out of all the bandits. They were right though.) So they went south and settled there.
Couple centuries later, another group hived off and went north, to the Brindled Hills, where they became Waterjewel. They did the same damn thing, only after they were done dismantling everything, they reassembled all the bits into five genders: hrish (masculine), hrin (feminine), hirshn (both), nrish (neuter), and shrin (I'm-not-telling). And none of that was any guarantee what was under the robes: it was statistically likely to match the description, but didn't have to, and could be anything. Waterjewel is a very weird and wonderful tribe, and most everyone else is scared of them.
There's also a bandit tribe that has what they call "the mellifluous gender," with people who can present as masculine or feminine on any given day: but always one or the other, and always day by day, neither switching in the middle nor mixing elements.
For a while, I thought those 8 options pretty much spanned the spectrum of what gender could do. That was back in junior high or early high school though. Since then, I've explored a lot more sex/gender configurations.
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Date: 2019-10-03 06:07 am (UTC)Yes ...
Date: 2019-10-03 06:20 am (UTC)You can tell that mushrooms emerged back when Gaia was still frobbing around to see what configurations would work, and never got around to emptying all of her craft box.
Re: Yes ...
Date: 2019-10-03 06:42 am (UTC)Fungi were a *major* part of land life then. and one link mentioned one that was 23 feet tall!!!!
Re: Yes ...
Date: 2019-10-03 06:48 am (UTC)For Torn World I made the Lichenwold, where almost everything died in the Upheaval, but lichens and other primitive life survived. So it has forests of lichen with some fungus and liverwort, jug-sized rotifers and tardigrades, and so on. Creepy, but you can gather spectacular dyestuffs in there. :D
Re: Yes ...
Date: 2019-10-03 09:59 am (UTC)the "non-vascular plants" are kinda hard to picture. No roots, stems, etc, and maybe a couple inches tall.
Horsetails and ferns are easy. Fun fact: fresh horsetails are nature's firecrackers. Toss them in a fire and they go bang as the segments rupture from the steam pressure.
I forget what gets added to those in the late Devonian. Early trees, but not sure about types.
As for animals, there are insects (I think ants go that far back, but bees need to wait for flowering plants to come along). Arthopods (spiders, scorpions, etc), myriapods (centipedes, millipedes, etc) and some other "creepy crawly" types I can't recall.
And the occasional lungfish near water. The oceans (and some lakes) are a lot more diverse.
I do wonder if there are land snails and slugs.
btw, I figure colored bacterial mats may indicate some surface mineral deposits.
All in all a fun, creepy landscape.
Re: Yes ...
Date: 2019-10-03 10:00 am (UTC)Also ...
Date: 2019-10-03 06:23 am (UTC)*male President appears*
...
"Where are the rest of them?"
"Shit, somebody go find a Congresswoman."
"Yes, but where are the REST of them?"
Because, of course, a leadershroom unit consists of 26 people representing all the sexes.
Their bigoty little heads would explode.
:D
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Date: 2019-10-03 07:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-10-03 03:54 pm (UTC)I dare you: make them. xd
Your people soundfascinating, though, and the Whispering Sands sound lik a both beautiful and harsh place to be. :)
-Trausio~