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Well. Me and my big mouth. From his seat beside Chako, Santiago somewhat anxiously looked on at the multi-ton boulder walking at an uncomfortably fast pace for any geological formation, that, by some potentially unholy turn of events, was now leading them through the place like a disgruntled...

Santiago paused for a brief moment at Chako's purring, imperceptibly raising an eyebrow in question. Hmm. Now that he noticed it, wasn't that strange? Sure, they had animal ears and all, but there were things to be said about the benefits of such an arrangement- on the other hand, what use did...

"Inaction itself is an decision made, is it not?" He laughed. "Don't worry too much about the exacts of it, but instead what you can learn from it." "Ah, youth..." Santiago mock rolled his eyes in good humour. "Can't say that isn't true though- in fact it's quite an applicable example. This old...

"It's not silly." The words came out of his mouth before he even knew them. "Fear...resides in you, but it's not part of you." Some days, he could still feel the fog in his mind, something that sat aloofly from the rest of himself. Decades of steady work had whittled its voice into a muffle...

...Oi, why were you moving so close to the massive stone creature so closely, brat? Hey, he doesn't look that friendly, you know, are you seriously trying to trick it like it's a fairytale troll? Sure you're about the same height as a fairytale protagonist, but that isn't exactly a role you want...

After disengaging with the tramp- who must be stoned on top of being drunk, considering there was hardly any cognizance to observe when he drunkenly nodded before going off to harass the woman guarding the cargo- Santiago only allowed himself to let out a sigh of relief after he was certain he...

"Good, good." Assured, Santiago nodded his head rapidly, letting her obvious annoyance slide off him like rain drops. Oh, he knew exactly what her protests were, and such independence was a good thing for any youth to strive towards, really- but he also maintained that letting a clumsy kid with...

A hand suddenly reaches out to firmly grasp @Chrys' hand mid offer. It belonged to one impassive looking old man, weathered and scarred face further accentuated by the considerable frown he was wearing, complete with a deep creasing of the eyebrow and the tips of his lips dropping downwards...

"That's good." Santiago nodded in approval. "You'll go far!" Being self-motivated would do that, especially if cultivated at a young age. "Oh no, certainly- I'll try to catch the trees in spring, if I can. The old missus would have liked to, as well." The old man looked towards the trees, faint...

The old man sighed, looking at the clumsy girl. Kids would be kids and be quite ditzy, especially when excited, but for it to be to the extent which other kids would make fun of her...well, it probably wouldn't be too big of an issue. Children were quick to get back onto their feet from light...

"Ah, are you okay little lady?!" Santiago rushed to help her out, pausing for a second to adjust and ready himself before recalling that his back and knees were healed in this place and quickly pulling her up. Thank goodness for that at least- I would be the one tripping over my feet if I tried...

For a moment the old man was befuddled as the catgirl stood up, suddenly resolved. Then she hugged him. Everything was washed away in a single moment. Sights, sounds, words, all of them were lost to the sensation of the soft warmth of the hug around his body. A foreign emotion welled up in...

"Well, it's not that it's bad. But even the greatest visionaries and thinkers are hard pressed to beat nature, who was their first teacher and will be the last architect standing." Santiago mused, with a look of faux wisdom. Honestly, he was just waxing poetic, but at least this child was...

"I'll keep that in mind." Santiago had nodded thoughtfully at the time, noting the way the catgirl's figurative fur had raised on end at the mention of them while he fished for his coins. Wolves, huh? He had seen a few back when he was still fit enough to hunt- it was a rare occurance...

The weathered old man solemnly nodded in appreciation as Chako expressed his condolences, with all the sagely wisdom of a man who had absolutely no clue what the fuck she was talking about, but recognised it was easier to let people draw their own conclusions than muster an awkward explanation...

"Me?" Santiago scratched his head, not quite expecting her to single him out. Then again, people usually knew everyone in hamlets like this, and he was a new face... How should he introduce himself? Right, The Goth had briefly mentioned something about the antipathy a number of "Landers" held...

Santiago scratched his head. After getting out of the woods, thanks to the aid of a spontaneous goth witch, he had found himself in Honeyhome. It was a quaint little place with even quainter people- it was an image taken right from a movie, and he was half expecting to see fauns and satyrs after...

The old man shivered as he turned towards the sound of the cough, and he let out a sharp exhale, before promptly taking a step back and raising his fists with narrowed eyes. Despite the unflattering performance earlier, and the slight shiver he held even now as his eyes darted between the...

There was an old man who stood alone in an opening in the verdant forests of East Brisshal, and it was only a few minutes ago that he had begun to exist, of which he spent mostly gawking at the swaying leaves, the rustling of the grass, the rays of light peeking the shadowed canopy, and the...

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