[ the way i don't think he even would have noticed the actual dragon in there because they are FLEEING FOR SAFETY. to another gate area as fast as possible. i can no longer see locations i leave this in your hands ]
I don't think that was an entirely off-base assumption, that some place called the Dreadful Wyvern'd be normal as opposed to a - rat strip club?
This is just a straight up meadow, full of natural flowers. There's a light breeze, the sun is always shining, and there's birdsong mysteriously chirping in the distance. While you're here, you feel free and at peace. It's a perpetually lazy afternoon, with no responsibilities and no horrors, only an urge to spend time making flower chains. Maybe you're in the mood to gossip? You don't have to, but what else is there to do in an idyllic place like this. In the middle of this meadow is a big, lovely apple tree. The fruit growing on it are all different colors and shades. They're very enticing. Should you eat one of these apples, you'll lose all of your inhibitions for a few hours. Go ahead, go wild. Do whatever you want and feel absolutely no shame for it.
anyway:]
Look, the rats in the Eudora graveyard had a fully formed society, including banks and healthcare, and I suppose it follows that maybe sometimes the adult rats would want a place to go and be adults with wants and needs, and that's great for them but it really wasn't any of our business, so let's not judge them too hard for it all right?
[ bless you also i forgot how much grass there is over there now
anyway. wow! it's a meadow. this is much better and not full of dragon... parts. strohl clears his throat once they're through, half from the embarrassment and half from...rat...society? he holds up both of his hands in surrender as she huffs and explains though it's like, so clear he's trying to hold back a smile. ]
No, no - you're right, your highness. Far be it for me to consider the gardens of rodentia's delights...
[ because like. it is pretty funny.
it's nice to be here though, as he stops considering rat society nad instead looks up at the tree, squinting. ]
... Somewhere likely with horrors awaiting, somehow... [ considering every graveyard experience has been insane. ] It is beautiful, though; I'll not complain for the fresh air. Or the produce, really. Shall we?
[there are so many fuckin locations man what the hell I HATE READING ON MY COMPUTER. Returns to my writing hobby.
Rosamund will cease her huffing as she catches the hint of a smile. Her lips purse and twist. VERY CROSS!!!]
Well. You shouldn't!
[Even if she is more or less also trying to stifle a smile. Sometimes you simply have to accept life is a joke.]
I can't complain either. I really hated those first few weeks with so little to do do outdoors, unless you got on a plane. [Rosamund will pick him an apple first, handing it over before taking her own.] And a break from all the seafood and burgers is really appreciated. And steaks. I love meat but it's a bit much.
[She takes a bite, and it's only as she chews does she think about Snow White.]
[ mood. also yes, very cross... very threatening. he pretends to look scolded but it completely fails, then chuckles as he shakes it off and follows her to the tree, grin on his face. ]
You'd think with all the produce we've got on this side, people would eat better... but there's quite the dearth of people who know how to cook at all. It's one way to hammer home my parents' lessons.
[ that's what his mother and father wanted to avoid for him, after all, and something he's deeply, deeply thankful for to this day. easily, he will accept the apple from her, raising it briefly in thanks, a playful half toast, before taking a bite. it's not that it's cursed! why would it be cursed! there may be mountains of produce, but at least it's good! his eyes light up a little, and his thoughts easily bubble over his head - Reminds me of home. ]
's good. [ om nom. actually, it kind of reminds him of a story of his own, though one not at all cursed, as he leans one arm against the tree and catches it up in a branch with all the easy mannerisms of a farm boy. ]
You know, there was this fruit of our companion's home that the others all tried - the way it was cultivated, it grew but once a year, so it was a fine delicacy of the island. We were treated to a fine festival as a farewell and celebration to ridding the island of a large series of problems, and that was part of the feast. I didn't have one myself, and I was glad for it.
Turns out anyone who ate it became a stumbling, giggling mess within barely three bites. I've not a damn clue what did it, but Hulkenberg, among the others, was as high as a gauntlet runner for hours. Collapsed in a heap on the table - she really tried to chase me around with one, too, the lush.
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Nope. No, absolutely not, nope, nope, nope! Absolutely not!
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I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I really did think it would be nothing!
[at least it wasn't a rat strip club]
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I don't think that was an entirely off-base assumption, that some place called the Dreadful Wyvern'd be normal as opposed to a - rat strip club?
[ WHAT? ]
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This is just a straight up meadow, full of natural flowers. There's a light breeze, the sun is always shining, and there's birdsong mysteriously chirping in the distance. While you're here, you feel free and at peace. It's a perpetually lazy afternoon, with no responsibilities and no horrors, only an urge to spend time making flower chains. Maybe you're in the mood to gossip? You don't have to, but what else is there to do in an idyllic place like this.
In the middle of this meadow is a big, lovely apple tree. The fruit growing on it are all different colors and shades. They're very enticing. Should you eat one of these apples, you'll lose all of your inhibitions for a few hours. Go ahead, go wild. Do whatever you want and feel absolutely no shame for it.
anyway:]
Look, the rats in the Eudora graveyard had a fully formed society, including banks and healthcare, and I suppose it follows that maybe sometimes the adult rats would want a place to go and be adults with wants and needs, and that's great for them but it really wasn't any of our business, so let's not judge them too hard for it all right?
[HUFF HUFF. Hands on hips.]
Where are we now? Is it just the one tree?
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anyway. wow! it's a meadow. this is much better and not full of dragon... parts. strohl clears his throat once they're through, half from the embarrassment and half from...rat...society? he holds up both of his hands in surrender as she huffs and explains though it's like, so clear he's trying to hold back a smile. ]
No, no - you're right, your highness. Far be it for me to consider the gardens of rodentia's delights...
[ because like. it is pretty funny.
it's nice to be here though, as he stops considering rat society nad instead looks up at the tree, squinting. ]
... Somewhere likely with horrors awaiting, somehow... [ considering every graveyard experience has been insane. ] It is beautiful, though; I'll not complain for the fresh air. Or the produce, really. Shall we?
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Rosamund will cease her huffing as she catches the hint of a smile. Her lips purse and twist. VERY CROSS!!!]
Well. You shouldn't!
[Even if she is more or less also trying to stifle a smile. Sometimes you simply have to accept life is a joke.]
I can't complain either. I really hated those first few weeks with so little to do do outdoors, unless you got on a plane. [Rosamund will pick him an apple first, handing it over before taking her own.] And a break from all the seafood and burgers is really appreciated. And steaks. I love meat but it's a bit much.
[She takes a bite, and it's only as she chews does she think about Snow White.]
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You'd think with all the produce we've got on this side, people would eat better... but there's quite the dearth of people who know how to cook at all. It's one way to hammer home my parents' lessons.
[ that's what his mother and father wanted to avoid for him, after all, and something he's deeply, deeply thankful for to this day. easily, he will accept the apple from her, raising it briefly in thanks, a playful half toast, before taking a bite. it's not that it's cursed! why would it be cursed! there may be mountains of produce, but at least it's good! his eyes light up a little, and his thoughts easily bubble over his head - Reminds me of home. ]
's good. [ om nom. actually, it kind of reminds him of a story of his own, though one not at all cursed, as he leans one arm against the tree and catches it up in a branch with all the easy mannerisms of a farm boy. ]
You know, there was this fruit of our companion's home that the others all tried - the way it was cultivated, it grew but once a year, so it was a fine delicacy of the island. We were treated to a fine festival as a farewell and celebration to ridding the island of a large series of problems, and that was part of the feast. I didn't have one myself, and I was glad for it.
Turns out anyone who ate it became a stumbling, giggling mess within barely three bites. I've not a damn clue what did it, but Hulkenberg, among the others, was as high as a gauntlet runner for hours. Collapsed in a heap on the table - she really tried to chase me around with one, too, the lush.
[ FOND ] What a mess that was.