fix: cleaning up the Marin/Junith confusion

TASKS.md

@@ -2,6 +2,7 @@
 
 -   [ ] Need to decoat rack Miska
 -   [ ] More references to the pin to calm her down
--   [ ] _Safe Adventures, Our Departed Loves_ in attic scene
+-   [x] _Safe Adventures, Our Departed Loves_ in attic scene
 -   [ ] Review epigraphs
 -   [ ] Edit/work on final battle
+-   [ ] Smile/nodding

chapters/chapter-03.md

@@ -53,7 +53,11 @@ The silent request hovered between them for a moment.
 
 Linsan patted him on the shoulder and felt a moment of sadness as he returned to his work. She couldn't remember the last time he had smiled. It had been weeks for sure, maybe months. She sighed and looked at the plain walls of his office and tried to remember what it looked like years ago when it still had his tools and projects on shelves.
 
-She sighed and patted his shoulder again before heading to the stairs and grabbing the boxes. Fortunately, they weren't too heavy and she managed to stagger up the stairs to the second floor and over to the hall where the chain for the attic dangled from the ceiling.
+She sighed and patted his shoulder again before heading to the stairs and regarding the boxes. The second was smaller. She opened it and peered inside. It contained her father's old music sheets, the songs that he had written. The pages were crinkled and old; he hadn't penned a song since the fire. Idly, she flipped through the pages and remembered how he would write and play while she bounced around the room.
+
+It was a different life for both of them.
+
+Linsan grabbed the boxes and hefted them. Fortunately, they weren't too heavy and she managed to stagger up the stairs to the second floor and over to the hall where the chain for the attic dangled from the ceiling.
 
 By the time she managed to get the boxes up the ladder and into the attic, she was sweating from the effort. She stopped to peer around at the tightly-packed room. There were chests and boxes everywhere, all arranged into neat piles.
 
@@ -65,13 +69,13 @@ Curious, she sniffed and circled the empty space until she found where the smell
 
 A desperate need rose up and she grabbed the boxes and pulled them aside to try find the source. She peered into boxes as she did, a swarm of fond memories crashing into her thoughts as she recognized paintings that had been mounted on the walls. One of them was of Sian, her mother, and herself. It was a portrait set in front of the forest with him playing his violin as she and her mother danced around him.
 
-Linsan remembered that day. She rubbed her eyes as she stroked her finger along her parent's faces. They were both smiling in that picture. Her mother still smiled but some of the joy had faded from both of their eyes.
+Linsan remembered that day. She rubbed her eyes as she stroked her finger along her parent's faces. They were both smiling in that picture. In the last few months, the joy had faded from both of their eyes and she could tell her mother had to force her expression.
 
 The next box had a pile of scorched instruments in it. The stench of burning wood clung to the box, seeping out in memories that darkened the cramped attic. She looked through them for a moment before pushing it aside.
 
 Then she found what she was looking for. A heavy wooden toolbox. She saw down in front of it. With a trembling hand, she worked the rusted latches open and swung the top aside.
 
-A dozen carving tools all lined up neatly as if they were about to be used in only a few minutes. Each one still shone with a thin layer of oil and only a few had spots of rust darkening the blades. The smell of stains rose around her. The familiar scents brought a tear running down her cheeks.
+A dozen carving tools all lined up neatly as if they were about to be used in only a few minutes. Each one still shone with a thin layer of oil and only a few had spots of rust along the blades. The smell of wood stains rose around her. The familiar scents brought a tear running down her cheeks.
 
 She couldn't remember when her father had put them away. She was ten when she came into his workshop to find the table swept clean and everything put away. The half-built instruments were also gone. It was as if he had given up overnight.
 
@@ -85,18 +89,22 @@ She started to push herself to her knees then she noticed a polished wooden box
 
 "Who is that?" Linsan ran her fingers along the three latches of the box. Curiosity won quickly and she opened it up and peeked inside.
 
-It was a beautiful violin. Untouched by dust and flame, it shone even in the dim light of the attic. Along the edge, she could see her father's rich details and carvings. The wood was a warm reddish brown, a beautiful example of the wood of the now burned forest.
+On top was a couple sheets of music for a song she had never heard before, _Safe Adventures, Our Departed Loves_. She picked it up curiously and saw her father's name. But before she read a few notes, she spotted a violin nestled into the velvet indentions of the case.
 
-The neck was smooth, designed for playing. The scroll at the top, on the other hand, was an intricate whorl of wood and carved lace. Marin's name had been carved in one side and "Palisis" on the other.
+It was a beautiful instrument. Untouched by dust and flame, it shone even in the dim light of the attic. Along the edge, she could see her father's rich details and carvings. The wood was a warm reddish brown, a beautiful example of the wood of the now burned forest. The neck was smooth, designed for playing. The scroll at the top, on the other hand, was an intricate whorl of wooden petals and vines. Marin's name had been carved in one side and "Palisis" on the other.
 
 Linsan stared in shock and longing. It had been a long time since she heard or seen the violin's name. After the fire, her father had tried to continue her lessons but both of them had given up after only a few months. More tears ran down her cheeks as she ran her fingers along the strings. They were loose but it only took a few twists to tighten them.
 
 In that moment, she wished she knew how to play. Only a few weeks of lesson wasn't enough, but the need to hear the past overwhelmed her.
 
-With a delicate flick of her finger, she strummed along the strings. They were all off but she almost remembered what they were supposed to sound like. Using her fingers, she pried it out of the case enough to twist one of the keys. When she flicked the string, it sounded even worse and she turned the tuning peg in the opposite direction until it sounded better. Working from memory of what the violin should sound like, she adjusted the other strings until they were closer in tune.
+With a delicate flick of her finger, she strummed along the strings. They were all out of tune but she vaguely remembered how each string should ring out. Using her fingers, she pried it out of the case enough to twist one of the keys. When she flicked the string, it sounded even worse and she turned the tuning peg in the opposite direction until it sounded better. Working from memory of what the violin should sound like, she adjusted the other strings until she was satisfied.
 
 Her father would know exactly how to make it sound right but it was close enough for her.
 
+Linsan picked up the song again. She played it out in her head, working through the complex notes across the bars. It was a song for a violin, but a player who possessed considerably more skill than herself. She read through it twice and realized she had no chance of even remotely following her father's creation.
+
+Setting it down, she started to put it away but the lure of the violin was too much. She admired her father's work, from the way the instrument had been fitted together to the incredible shine of the varnish created by their grandfather. It was an instrument that begged to be played.
+
 With a trembling hand, she pulled out the violin and rested it on her shoulder. Pressing her chin against the rest, she brought her arm out to where she thought she remembered from her lessons.
 
 There was a matching bow in the box. It took her a moment to pry it out. The hair was also loose. She had to put the violin down to tighten them and then took another moment to get everything back up against her chin and shoulder.
@@ -113,7 +121,7 @@ Linsan couldn't remember where the lessons had stopped but she knew the music. S
 
 With the last tone, she held her breath until the last of the vibrations faded. Then, with tears drying on her cheeks, she carefully loosened the strings and hairs and carefully packed the violin back into its case.
 
-Then she noticed two letters, one written to Marin and one to Sian, her father. She ran her finger over the wrinkled, aged paper but didn't open it. Carefully, she closed the box and buried it again.
+Then she noticed two letters tucked into the case along the side. She pulled out them out and looked at the names on the enveloped: one written to Marin and one to Sian, her father. She ran her finger over the wrinkled, aged paper but didn't open it. Carefully, she closed the box and buried it again.
 
 After shoving boxes into place, she headed back downstairs.
 
@@ -157,7 +165,7 @@ Tisin winked. "We'll just write a little note that it hasn't been played before.
 
 It felt crass to put a price on the last instrument her father had made but she knew that they had already lost so much since the fire. She sniffed and wiped her tears away. "Who's Marin?"
 
-"My wife... from my first marriage. She married your father's first wife when you were young."
+"Your father's wife... from his first marriage. She married my wife when you were young."
 
 Linsan froze as she stared at her mother in shock.
 

chapters/chapter-05.md

@@ -151,7 +151,7 @@ Even though he didn't say it, Linsan could see her father die a little by lying
 
 Dukan looked confused. "It's a virgin Sterlig, Sian. Selling that would get you millions of cuks. Why are you working when that thing could set you for life?"
 
-Sian shook his head. "It's Marin, Dukan. You know that. She was Tis's first wife and she married mine. There isn't another person closer to both of us than her. How could I just... throw that away for some money?"
+Sian shook his head. "It's Marin, Dukan. You know that. There isn't another person closer to both of us than her. How could I just... throw that away for some money?"
 
 With a sigh, Dukan returned to Sian. He took the first step up to grab Linsan's father's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Forgive me. Marin was my friend too. I should have never asked."
 

chapters/chapter-10.md

@@ -112,7 +112,7 @@ Kamel scribbled furiously on his notepad. He seemed to have a grim look. "Duncan
 
 Kamel's head snapped up. "W-What?"
 
-Tisin smiled and leaned against him. "I wasn't his wife at the time. Marin would be my first spouse."
+Tisin smiled and leaned against him. "I wasn't his wife at the time. Junith would be my first spouse."
 
 "I... see. How did Duncan handle this?" The point of his pen hovered over the notebook.
 
@@ -122,7 +122,7 @@ The pen dipped slightly. "You were friends? True friends?"
 
 Linsan stared at him. He looked almost disappointed but the look quickly faded. He had at least some of the same skills her mother hand, at least at hiding his emotions. Her mother was better though.
 
-Leaning over, Tisin stroked her husband's hand. "Oh yes. It was just the four of us for a long time. Then Marin and I began to drift apart. She wanted more adventures but I was happy here. We separated as friends."
+Leaning over, Tisin stroked her husband's hand. "Oh yes. It was just the four of us for a long time. Then Junith and I began to drift apart. She wanted more adventures but I was happy here. We separated as friends."
 
 "Did anything between you and Duncan happen then?"
 

chapters/chapter-38.md

@@ -66,7 +66,7 @@ Linsan looked down at her other hand. She didn't have an answer herself. Everyth
 
 Brook looked away as she tightened her grip. "I don't know. I didn't even know that this was possible until years ago. Remember when we had that big fight? You limped home. That was the day I found out that your mother had a wife first."
 
-Linsan thought about Marin. She would never meet her mother's first wife nor the woman that Marin would marry later, Junith. Learning about the relationship was a revelation to both Linsan and Brook that day. "I was more surprised my father's first wife married my mother's. How did that work out?"
+Linsan thought about Marin. She would never meet her father's first wife nor Junith, the woman that married her mother and would later marry Junith. Learning about the relationship was a revelation to both Linsan and Brook that day. "I was more surprised my father's first wife married my mother's. How did that work out?"
 
 "I don't know, I've just been thinking about it a lot. Ordering stories, trying to meet others. I haven't had a chance to... physically do it, but I'm pretty sure I only have the eyes for women."