it makes you feel all tingly, as if you were touching the wind

So apparently my fic-writing mojo was waiting for me in Prydain. Who knew?! It's been a long time, but rereading has commenced, and fiction is being written. These books - I heart them so hard, you guys. So. Hard. The funny differences in syntax between Taran's and Eilonwy's speech - he's much more formal and archaic, she's quick and contemporary, and it's such a funny inversion of so much about them, because she's the one with ties to the ancient past while he's the story yet to come, but yet it's painfully fitting, because of course Eilonwy is the one with the clue.

I'm trying to learn geography. The editions I grew up with didn't contain maps, and I never did have a firm grasp on the relative locations of things. It feels a bit backward, because the value of Alexander's ordinals is very much the reverse of the secondary realities that I do have geographic knowledge of - certainly very much the opposite of Tolkien, for one thing. So I've got to rewire that.