fix: added primary, secondary, and references

author-intrusion.aipry

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+  - require_epigraph: {}

chapters/chapter-01.md

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-title: WIP
+title: No Tears Allowed
+when:
+  start: 1481/6/21 MTR 13::4
+characters:
+  primary:
+    - Mikáryo
+  secondary:
+    - Rutejìmo
+    - Tsubàyo
+    - Gafihán # Tsubàyo's Horse
+  referenced:
+    - Nigakúmi (Quoted)
+    - Fimúchi # Tsubàyo's wife, Rojikinomi Fimúchi
+    - Mamíchi (Unnamed) # Tsubàyo's Daughter
+location:
+  primary:
+    - Wamifuko City
+organizations:
+  secondary:
+    - Pabinkúe
+    - Shimusògo
+concepts:
+  referenced:
+    - banyosiōu
+teaser: >
+  After Rutejìmo had been kicked out of his clan for his indiscretions, he begged Mikáryo to let him to join her on her travels. She said no, but he never realized the reason she couldn't let the courier join her herd.
 ---
 
+> To the Pabinkúe, the eyes of the herd are windows for her masters. --- Pabinkue Nigakúmi
+
 Mikáryo felt Rutejìmo's anguished gaze against her back like a knife stabbing into her kidney. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to imagine tears rolling down his cheeks, tracing along the fresh cuts and bruises before mixing with the blood that ran from his lips. He had been beaten badly and the sight of his injuries---when he left her healthy and unharmed only a few hours ago---tore at her heart.
 
 Her vision blurred with her effort not to let the tears roll down her own cheeks. Her lungs ached to hold back the sob that threatened to escape her throat. Everything inside her screamed for her to go back and comfort him, to hold him and tell him that he could join her.
@@ -66,7 +93,7 @@ Mikáryo chuckled. "Yes."
 
 "Trauma does increase the power."
 
-"Trauma also leaves children to die in the middle of the desert. It inflicted me with nightmares for the last ten years and I still can't get my heart away from it. Every damn day, I worry I'm going to turn into those assholes and hurt my daughter with their horse shit attitudes and obsession with destroying children." His voice grew sharper with every word.
+"Trauma also leaves children to die in the middle of the desert. It inflicted me with nightmares for the last ten years and I still can't get my heart away from it. Every damn day, I worry I'm going to turn into those assholes and hurt my daughter with their horse shit attitudes and obsession with destroying lives." His voice grew sharper with every word.
 
 Mikáryo reached over and rested her hand on his shoulder. She left it there instead of parting, now that Rutejìmo wasn't watching. "You have to admit, you are the most powerful of the Pabinkúe, even without being a warrior."
 

chapters/chapter-02.md

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 ---
-title: WIP
+title: Regret
+sex: true
+when:
+  start: 1481/6/22 MTR 5::63
+characters:
+  primary:
+    - Mikáryo
+  secondary:
+    - Tsubàyo
+  referenced:
+    - Trasid (Quoted)
+    - Rutejìmo
+    - Fimúchi (Unnamed) # Tsubàyo's wife, Rojikinomi Fimúchi
+    - Mamíchi (Unnamed) # Tsubàyo's Daughter
+    - Tabìya (Unnamed) # Tsubàyo's Elder Son
+    - Dopàni (Unnamed) # Tsubàyo's Youngest Song
+location:
+  primary:
+    - Ifakogi Oasis
+organizations:
+  secondary:
+    - Pabinkúe
+  referenced:
+    - Shimusògo
+concepts:
+  referenced:
+    - dochīga
+    - kojinōmi
+teaser: >
+  Mikáryo fights with her regret and guilt for letting Rutejìmo go off on his own, maybe to die before she ever saw him again. But was there anything else she could do? Anything she should have done?
 ---
 
+> Formality in the desert is strict and brutal, the barbarians wouldn't hesitate to beat anyone who addresses a superior without "great" and their full name. --- Trasid Malafun, *Strange Customs of the Sand-Blooded*
+
 The light of the fire pushed back the darkness that surrounded Mikáryo. She had set up the camp a few chains away from the rest of the caravan, the merchants and guards were too loud for her tastes and spooked the horses.
 
 She took a deep breath and breathed in the sweet smell of the burning wood. The sap from the local trees reminded her of home, at least in the way it popped and hissed from inside the fire. She wondered if the locals smoked it or used it as incense like her father did.

chapters/chapter-03.md

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 ---
-title: WIP
+title: Regret
+when:
+  start: 1481/6/25 MTR 14:48
+characters:
+  primary:
+    - Mikáryo
+  secondary:
+    - Tsubàyo
+    - Datobàpo # Mikáryo's Horse
+  referenced:
+    - Rutejìmo
+    - Chimípu (Unnamed)
+    - Nakamíryo (Unnamed) # Mikáryo's Sister
+    - Ridáchi (Quoted)
+location:
+  primary:
+    - Rock Marches of Feather and Bone
+organizations:
+  secondary:
+    - Pabinkúe
+  referenced:
+    - Shimusògo
+concepts:
+  referenced:
+    - kojinōmi
+teaser: >
+  Days later, Tsubàyo finally asks the question Mikáryo had been struggling with: what is happening to Rutejìmo. How much does she tell the man who tried to kill Rutejìmo? Would it change her life?
 ---
 
+> To speak the desert's name is to invite a visit from death. To even think her name is to request attendance. --- Rojikinomi Ridáchi
+
 Days later, the question Mikáryo expected finally came.
 
 "What is Rutejìmo going through?"

chapters/chapter-04.md

@@ -1,8 +1,37 @@
 ---
-title: WIP
+title: A Curious Person
 sex: true
+when:
+  start: 1484/2/41 MTR 10::9
+characters:
+  primary:
+    - Mikáryo
+  secondary:
+    - Ridáchi
+  referenced:
+    - Rutejìmo
+    - Tomìna # Mikáryo's Second Horse
+    - Myuhofòbi # Mikáryo's Horse
+    - Datobàpo # Mikáryo's Current Horse
+    - Chobìre
+location:
+  primary:
+    - Pabinkue Fields
+organizations:
+  secondary:
+    - Pabinkúe
+    - Rojikinòmi
+  referenced:
+    - Shimusògo
+concepts:
+  referenced:
+    - kojinōmi
+teaser: >
+  Years later and from an unexpected source, Mikáryo hears once again about Rutejìmo.
 ---
 
+> The sun and moon war endlessly in their courtship over the great desert. Their children and their children's children are their pawns in the endless war. --- Rechyokoni Asamōno
+
 Mikáryo slumped back with a content sigh. The sweat that clung to her skin caught her hair, plastering the curls against her face and nose. She ignored it and enjoyed the fading glow of her orgasm instead.
 
 Her lover, Ridáchi, crawled up her body, her nipples tracing along Mikáryo's tattoos, before she settled into place with her cheek on Mikáryo's breast. She had long black hair with a little curl to it. The strands clung to the sweat on both of their bodies.
@@ -27,7 +56,7 @@ Her fingertips slid to one of the small spots that was unmarked. The brown skin
 
 "Yes."
 
-Ridáchi slid her fingers up to another empty spot, this one near the collar. "Who is this for? Your ride after Bàpo?"
+Ridáchi slid her fingers up to another empty spot, this one near joint of her left wrist. "Who is this for? Your ride after Bàpo?"
 
 "Yes."
 
@@ -63,7 +92,7 @@ A tear rolled down Mikáryo's cheek. She was talking about Rutejìmo, it had to
 
 "He's a sun from the bright flames so I figured there would be pissing. None of us really fight when being a kojinōmi, but you'd be amazed how much of an ass we can be while silent. But, to my surprise, he didn't walk past me but started to help. He didn't care who it was, only that it got to the right pyre. He even knew the prayers of Chobìre when he helped me."
 
-She chuckled to herself, her shoulders shaking. "I have never seen one who truely gave himself to the desert. He just hauled bodies to the right places. Said the right things. Moon and sun, night and day."
+She chuckled to herself, her shoulders shaking. "I have never seen one who truly gave himself to the desert. He just hauled bodies to the right places. Said the right things. Moon and sun, night and day."
 
 Ridáchi ran her fingers along the rope. A breeze rippled through the opening of the tent, tugging on the edges of her plain clothing. She shook her head as if to clear it. Then she began to pull the belt on. As she did, she lifted herself up and turned to Mikáryo.
 

chapters/chapter-05.md

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 ---
-title: WIP
+title: Blood and Ink
+when:
+  start: 1485/4/8 MTR 3::36
+characters:
+  primary:
+    - Mikáryo
+  secondary:
+    - Kichìko # Garyofina Kichìko
+    - Fakadóma (Unnamed) # Women at fire
+    - Eryochímu (Unnamed) # Women at fire
+  referenced:
+    - Rutejìmo
+    - Mapábyo (Unnamed)
+    - Datobàpo # Mikáryo's Horse
+    - Nikàfu (Quoted)
+location:
+  primary:
+    - Wamifuko City
+organizations:
+  secondary:
+    - Pabinkúe
+    - Garyofìna
+  referenced:
+    - Shimusògo
+    - Wamifūko
+concepts:
+  referenced:
+    - kojinōmi
+teaser: >
+  A year later, Rutejìmo's memory still dwells in her though. To put it to rest, Mikáryo decides to write it into her skin so she could let it finally go.
 ---
 
-In the shadows of Milwaukee City, Mikáryo worked her way around the tents that had sprung up over the years. Situated along the south side of the city, the area consisted mostly of moon clans with only a scattered bright color to indicate a daring member from the sun.
+> No clan of the sun and light would ever ruin their bodies with the foulness of ink. --- Kosobyo Nikàfu
+
+In the shadows of Wamifuko City, Mikáryo worked her way around the tents that had sprung up over the years. Situated along the south side of the city, the area consisted mostly of moon clans with only a scattered bright color to indicate a daring member from the sun.
 
 Thankful that the tents in her current location were more permanent, she knew where to walk without offending anyone.
 
@@ -22,7 +53,7 @@ Mikáryo shook her head. "No, I still have my Bàpo. He's going to ride with me
 
 "Then another?" Kichìko's eyes shimmered. "You Pabinkúe have much tragedy in your lives. You should come closer, move near the Wamifūko instead of being so far south."
 
-"No, this is a happy memory. I never want to forget it. Right here." She tapped the plain spot near her collar, the one that she had spent years reserving for her next horse.
+"No, this is a happy memory. I never want to forget it. Right here." She tapped the plain spot near her left wrist, the one that she had spent years reserving for her next horse.
 
 He cocked his head, but said nothing for a moment. "Come on, let's cover you in ink and blood."
 
@@ -52,7 +83,7 @@ A pair of sticks slipped from his fingers. "A human man?"
 
 Kichìko's eyes flickered up but then down again to his hands. He arranged his tools carefully. "Black?"
 
-She realized she had tensed all of her muscles. She took a deep breath and leaned back, arching her back over a rounded pillow to give him as much access to the spot on her collar.
+She realized she had tensed all of her muscles. She took a deep breath and leaned back, resting her back against a pile of pillows before setting her wrist on a block of wood.
 
 Kichìko wiped the area and picked up his tattooing stick. She wasn't sure how it worked but she knew it had countless tiny needles at the tip that would insert the ink underneath her skin.