fix: tweaking and adding details

TASKS.md

@@ -1,16 +1,18 @@
 # Tasks
 
 -   [x] Need to decoat rack Miska
--   [ ] More references to the pin to calm her down
+-   [x] More references to the pin to calm her down
 -   [x] _Safe Adventures, Our Departed Loves_ in attic scene
--   [ ] Review epigraphs
+-   [x] Review epigraphs
 -   [ ] Edit/work on final battle
 -   [ ] Smile/nodding
--   [ ] Brook's drinking choices
--   [ ] Skin colors and descripitons
+-   [x] Brook's drinking choices
+-   [ ] Skin colors and descriptions
 
 ## Minor Tasks
 
+-   [ ] Tag characters in metadata
+
 ### Jaimi
 
 -   "Miska atoi pin Strali" means "Miska who's roots come from Starli"

chapters/chapter-08.md

@@ -147,11 +147,11 @@ Brook drew back and shoved Linsan with both hands. "---off!"
 
 An explosion drowned out anything else Brook said. The concussion wave crashed into the car, shoving it closer to the curb.
 
-Linsan's foot caught on the wheel but she managed to pull it free before the car tilted toward them. Shattered glass from the windows rained down on them, the sharp edges of the shards cutting across Linsan's face.
+Linsan's foot caught on the wheel but she managed to pull it free before the car tilted toward them. Shattered glass from the windows rained down on them, the sharp edges of the shards cutting across Linsan's face. Scaling liquid added to her cuts as a cup upended from inside the vehicle.
 
 Brook screamed shrilling, only stopping as an intense wave of heat blew past them.
 
-Linsan panted in fear as she looked around. Her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear anything. In the park, almost everyone had been thrown to the ground and small fires were burning everywhere. Trees and grasses had been flatted by the explosion.
+Linsan panted in fear as she looked around. Her face was dripping and she could taste a strange sweetness on her lips. Licking it without thinking, she almost coughed on the bitter taste of tea and too much sugar. Her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear anything. In the park, almost everyone had been thrown to the ground and small fires were burning everywhere. Trees and grasses had been flatted by the explosion.
 
 Blood ran down Brook's cheek. Linsan looked in concern but it looked like the glass had left shallow cuts that were already bleeding profusely. She frowned and reached up.
 

chapters/chapter-22.md

@@ -200,7 +200,7 @@ All the speeches faded. The only thing Linsan could do was slip off the wagon an
 
 Brook stared straight ahead. Her jaw worked for a moment. She used one hand to wipe the tears from her face before she grabbed the steering wheel with her gloves. The blue leather creaked.
 
-Linsan cringed but she settled into the seat. The smell of perfume and sweets filled the air. She looked down to see that Brook had a tray of sugared treats on top of a stack of papers. There were maps and notes jammed up against the driver's seat.
+Linsan cringed but she settled into the seat. The smell of perfume and sweets filled the air. She looked down to see that Brook had a tray of sugared treats on top of a stack of papers. There were maps and notes jammed up against the driver's seat. A cup of something steaming rested inside a wire cradle near the center.
 
 "Door," Brook said in a strained, cracked voice.
 

chapters/chapter-25.md

@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ The case was empty.
 
 Her heart skipped a beat.
 
-Pushing her auburn hair out of her face, she looked around frantically. She didn't remember coming back to her room, nor did she remember creating a bed from her clothing for the Sterlig. The neck stuck out from a pair of her underwear and she had one of her shirts tucked over the curves as if it was wearing a pair of pajamas.
+Pushing her auburn hair out of her face, she looked around frantically. She didn't remember coming back to her room, nor did she remember creating a bed from her clothing for the Sterlig. The neck stuck out from a pair of her underwear and she had one of her shirts tucked over the curves as if it was wearing a pair of pajamas. Her mother's award pin had been used to tuck in the outfit.
 
 Linsan stared at the instrument for a moment and then snorted with amusement.
 
@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ Linsan looked down at the heaping pile of eggs, grilled sausages, and breads. Th
 
 Ragon reached over to snatch up one of the fruits. "Best food in the city. I may not make a lot performing, but food is on the house for the entertainment."
 
-He tapped on the envelope. "Your cut of the night's proceeds. You probably want to count it later, that way you won't make us feel bad. You were stunning and everyone is going to be talking to you for months." He leaned toward her and whispered loudly. "I made almost thirty six golden cuks last night."
+He tapped on the envelope. "Your cut of the night's proceeds. You probably want to count it later, that way you won't make us feel bad. You were stunning and everyone is going to be talking to you for months." He leaned toward her and whispered loudly. "I made almost thirty-six cuks last night."
 
 Wendil smirked. "Forty-two and that is because I don't insist on playing songs with asses."
 
@@ -118,11 +118,11 @@ Raul smacked her shoulders until she stopped coughing. "Are you okay?"
 
 "You're with the unaffiliated mechanics in town?"
 
-Ragon said nothing for a moment and then grinned broadly. "Dorsen and Sons, only unchained mechanic in thirty leagues. I'm neither Dorset or one of his four daughters."
+Ragon said nothing for a moment and then grinned broadly. "Dorsen and Sons, only unchained mechanic in thirty leagues. I'm neither Dorsen or one of his four daughters."
 
 "Are you one of his sons?" Linsan asked.
 
-Ragon grinned and winked. "No son. He had two but they both turned out to be girls. I blame him drinking on the job for not seeing it earlier." Then he shrugged. "Not really. Everyone knew he had four daughters before he put up that sign, but he's a penny-pinching bastard and left it up. All five of them of them work the garage. I'm just their errand boy and do the little jobs around the shop."
+Ragon grinned and winked. "Dor doesn't have sons. He had two but they both turned out to be girls. I blame him drinking on the job for not seeing it earlier." Then he shrugged. "Not really. Everyone knew he had four daughters before he put up that sign, but he's a penny-pinching bastard and left it up. All five of them of them work the garage. I'm just their errand boy and do the little jobs around the shop."
 
 Wendil tapped the edge of her hat. "I own a hat shop in town, about five streets down."
 
@@ -164,7 +164,7 @@ Ragon groaned. "Oh, that would be horrible. I'm still dreaming of hearing your p
 
 "That would be Tiblin." Wendil shook her head. "He'd murder his father if someone paid him."
 
-"He killed his best friend's wife, remember. Nasty, nasty man. Be careful, Lin. Be really careful, he won't hestiate to hurt you if come up on him."
+"He killed his best friend's wife, remember. Nasty, nasty man. It was over land ownership in some shitty town, but that didn't stop him. Be careful, Lin. Be really careful, he won't hesitate to hurt you if come up on him."
 
 Ragon started to say something but then his eyes glanced up. Sharply inhaling, he stood up abruptly just as Brook slapped her hand on the table next to Linsan. She was wearing a dark green gloves with the fingertips exposed. To Linsan's surprise, Brook's fingernails had been painted to match.
 
@@ -258,7 +258,7 @@ Wendil leaned forward. "Grabil or Tinkoil style. Or something more exotic like N
 
 Linsan looked at the two.
 
-Wendil grinned and tapped her hat. "I serve tea to my customers. They like to hear the exotic styles."
+Wendil grinned and tapped her hat. "I serve tea to my customers. They like to hear the exotic styles. _Asanōgi_ is pretty rare though, it is almost burnt tea with an obscene amount of cream and sugar."
 
 Brook seemed to relax. Her eyes scanned over Wendil for a moment. "Millinery?" When Wendil nodded, Brook held out a gloved hand. "May I see?"