"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 nodded, rubbing at her abdomen without realizing she was doing it. She’d tried so hard to break the anxious habit of rubbing her scar anytime someone mentioned a bad injury, and yet here she was, doing just that. Again. And not even realizing she was. “Yeah… well…” She shrugged awkwardly. His chokehold hadn’t felt great, either. “Truce now. For Ky.”
"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]
"For Ky," he agreed, and straightened. "I follow group up to Caracal Keep, then stay in area. I closeby always, alright?"
"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
"Alright." She nodded in return, glancing back at the tents. "... And you'll accompany us when it's time for us to leave again?"
"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]
"Yes, I will. But if you go South, I not follow far beyond border."
"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
"I'm not going South." Jerica shook her head, then shivered. "I'll be staying with Ky... I think. Maybe. We don't actually really know yet. But... presumably."
"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]
"Good. I stay close, then. And you keep her safe inside."
"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
"Yes." Jerica nodded in agreement, then glanced back towards the tents. "... I guess we're agreed, then." She looked back at the weird goat-man. "So... goodnight, I suppose." She nodded to him once.
"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]
"Good night." He returned the nod. "Stay warm, careful of trolls."
"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
“… you too.” These Northerners were weird. She turned and headed back for the camp.
(Skip?)
"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]
(Sounds good to me! And I accept the challenge; the Ainsleys and one of the Loquiturs works!)
"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
(Sweet! Did you have anything else planned for the journey or do you wanna skip to the arrival?)
"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]
(Nope, nothing planned! We can go straight to arrival.)
(Also I've read Frankenstein pretty recently and it's occurred to me that Tomhas is acting very, very similar to Victor.)
"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
(I’ve never read it. I assume it’s a bad thing? Lol)
Ky was nervous with anticipation as they approached the last hill before the Keep. She kept shifting on top of her horse, making him snort and toss his head, agitated by her anxiety. She barely noticed.
Every single impulse she had was to break into a gallop and it took all of her self control not to cave in. She wasn’t hiding it well.
"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]
(Kinda. They're just both huge anxiety babies that sink into fits of melancholy frequently. Like, half the book is just Victor Frankenstein being incredibly wracked with guilt to the point of having a five-month fever about it. Highly recommend; very sad book but so SO good. But read the 1818 edition if you do read it; it's the original)
Tomhas had elected to ride out in the open air for the last few days. He cut a concerning figure atop his conversely well-fed horse; his cheekbones still stuck out prominently and his color was grayish save for his pink-tipped nose. He had improved in mood only, and minorly at that. The ghost of a smile had appeared on his bloodless lips every now and again over the past week, and his sunken eyes had regains some of their spark. He still spoke little, but he appeared to make a conscious effort to be a presence in conversation now.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he saw the spires of Caracal Keep crest the hill, and he dug his heels into his horse's side to urge it forward so he was riding beside Ky. "You look like you're ready to take off," he observed, glancing over at her.
"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
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