Ky dipped her head and turned around. He probably thought her so ungrateful — whining about being cold. As if she had any right to complain about the climate. “Sounds good.”
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
He nodded and followed after her. "Let's hope it doesn't snow too much later in the day. The clouds are looking ready to fall."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Ky glanced at the sky and shivered. She nodded. “For sure.”
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"If they do, we can of course just stoke up the fires and settle down with a warm drink." He sighed. "I don't get tired of snow, really, but it can be a bit...stifling."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Ky nodded in agreement. Although she definitely was already sick of the snow. It was cold. And wet. And heavy. And depressing. “It makes the world feel tired.”
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"Mm, I think so, yes." There was a certain charm to that; the world resonated with him more when it was tired. "It's no wonder our ancestors sat around telling each other horror stories all night."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
She didn’t see how that would improve the situation at all. But she couldn’t very well insult his relatives. He seemed to care a lot about his heritage. So she just nodded instead.
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"It fills the place up," he went on. "Keeps it awake."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"Or maybe they're true." Gaius shrugged. "If there's a goat person walking around saying the gods are real, who's to say they're only stories?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
That sent a pang of anxiety through her gut and her face got a little harder without her thinking about it. This place kept getting worse and worse. She didn’t want to know Northern folktales at this rate. Let the shadows keep their secrets. Let her go home. “True enough.”
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
He saw her expression and frowned. "We've made it this far without ever suspecting they were true; I'm sure there isn't any harm in staying ignorant." He would absolutely be asking Rönn about this next time he saw him, though; there was too much to learn that hadn't already been proven!
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Great, she’d upset him. Again. She nodded, trying to think of a way to keep him from getting angry. Spewing anxiety would annoy him; so would agreeing with him, bizarrely. She shrugged. “It is what it is.”
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
Not that phrase. He made no comment, keeping pace with her. That phrase was one of his least favorites in the world. It was an acceptance of helplessness. It passed the buck and didn't help anyone.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
She glanced up at his utter lack of response. He must be angry. “Sorry.”
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
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