“Oh… legit.” She nodded, scratching her head. “Alright. So I guess I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave here then we can go up to the drummers and then head South?”
"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]
They nodded to her. "That will do. Do not take too long; we have a limited amount of time."
"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
“Okay.” She nodded. She didn’t see what the rush was, though. It’s not like she was gonna make it across the whole continent in the next few months anyhow. What did it matter when she started?
"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]
"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
Jerica watched the open area for another moment, then flopped down on her bed with a loud groan. This was going to be a nightmare.
"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]
"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]
(We could set up the East maybe, unless you had another idea?)
"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]
(Sure! I will do that tomorrow though cuz I need to sleep and I don't have discord on my phone and that's where I left my info on the characters)
"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
(Haha that is valid I will be needing to reference that a lot for early days in the East as well. Sleep well! It was fun getting back to our binge today :’) )(Also our RP is aboutta make it to 18 a few days before the site does lolol)
"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]
(Huzzah! That's so cool; let's make it count then)
"Ra--NA!" Several peacocks in the courtyard fluttered out of the way of Cairbry Gowan. Several gardeners looked up at the sound of his clicking heels, then quickly looked back down at their work. "RANA!!! Come on out, child, I know you're here somewhere." The Reputation whirled, and his thigh-length green frock coat swished around his hips. "You can hide from the servants but you most certainly can't hide from me." He stomped his foot and marched down the cobbled path, adjusting his tricorn hat so it sat pinned neatly on his wig. "This is important, you little jackanape. Why couldn't you have been more like Lia?" "Afternoon, Gow." Bride Rior was coming around one of the many loops in the garden toward him, a lady-in-waiting on their arm. "Looking for your favorite again?" "As the Jackrabbit witnesses my behaviors," Cairbry puffed. "That girl will be the death of me and of all of us. Have you seen her?" "Certainly not." They grinned. "But you have fun with that. Mina and I were just about to take tea with Reputation Whelan. Care to join us instead of bounding about the gardens like a chicken with his head cut off?" "I'd rather do anything than this, but she's chased off all my servants and this really is an unfortunately important matter. And I can't find Lia, either." "Then you go on as you are. Hope you find them; if you change your mind we'll be in the ninety-second puce parlor." "Hmph." Cairbry tilted his chin up and watched them go, then strode off toward the orchards. "RANAAAAAA."
"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
Lia emerged from behind some hedges, brow worried. “Papa? What is it?”
"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 turned, an expression of relief crossing his powder-white face. "Oh, Lia, my darling! Have you seen your sister? I need to speak with both of you. It's important." He looked around. "She ought to be more like you, really. I've always said so."
"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
Lia gave a smug look, lifting her chin proudly. “She was in the orchard last time I saw her. I bet she’s being bad. Like usual.”
"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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