Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Thirteen walks by Krist, holding a stirge ribcage. “What are you reading?”
The elderly man looks up, smiling warmly "Thirteen! Good to see you son. Oh this? Just a book on thermodynamics. Perhaps you could read it to me? My eyes ain't what they used to be."
"Yes." She says, digging around her bag before pulling a disgusting little creature. An Otyugh squirms in her arms, still but a few weeks old. She shifts from foot to foot and presents him with it "This is for you. I am sorry."
The girl hides behind him, slightly startled. He gently shushes her and tilts his head "We are fine at the moment my friend, but you say he visited you. I don't suppose I could know what he got?" He jokes.
He stares at it. He rushes over and takes it from her. It seems to calm at his smell. He mutters to it in Otyugh tongue, a language so obscure and difficult that most beings never think to learn it. He looks back up at her, his face full of emotion. "It's okay, Yuri. I've already forgiven you. You didn't have to do this."
"I'm afraid not. He hasn't picked an item yet. He thought you might want another pitchfork, this one wrought of gold. I believe I told him it was a good idea, since you would be able to use it quite frequently as a cane or for, you know, pitching hay, but he said that you have too many pitchforks. You see, I don't know you well enough to be able to help him as well as I could otherwise. Unlike most fey, you are bathed in so much secrecy many believe you don't exist. Believe me, if I weren't needed here I never could have tracked you down."
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Thirteen walks by Krist, holding a stirge ribcage. “What are you reading?”
The elderly man looks up, smiling warmly "Thirteen! Good to see you son. Oh this? Just a book on thermodynamics. Perhaps you could read it to me? My eyes ain't what they used to be."
“…how did you know my name? Or, epithet, technically, but…”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yes." She says, digging around her bag before pulling a disgusting little creature. An Otyugh squirms in her arms, still but a few weeks old. She shifts from foot to foot and presents him with it "This is for you. I am sorry."
The girl hides behind him, slightly startled. He gently shushes her and tilts his head "We are fine at the moment my friend, but you say he visited you. I don't suppose I could know what he got?" He jokes.
He stares at it. He rushes over and takes it from her. It seems to calm at his smell. He mutters to it in Otyugh tongue, a language so obscure and difficult that most beings never think to learn it. He looks back up at her, his face full of emotion. "It's okay, Yuri. I've already forgiven you. You didn't have to do this."
"I'm afraid not. He hasn't picked an item yet. He thought you might want another pitchfork, this one wrought of gold. I believe I told him it was a good idea, since you would be able to use it quite frequently as a cane or for, you know, pitching hay, but he said that you have too many pitchforks. You see, I don't know you well enough to be able to help him as well as I could otherwise. Unlike most fey, you are bathed in so much secrecy many believe you don't exist. Believe me, if I weren't needed here I never could have tracked you down."
She wrings her hands "I wanted to if that means anything. I'm not good at.." She gestures between them "this... It's hard for me.. I know it's hard to deal with me.. but I want to try."
He chuckles, laughing into his fist "I try to be quiet after all."
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Thirteen walks by Krist, holding a stirge ribcage. “What are you reading?”
The elderly man looks up, smiling warmly "Thirteen! Good to see you son. Oh this? Just a book on thermodynamics. Perhaps you could read it to me? My eyes ain't what they used to be."
“…how did you know my name? Or, epithet, technically, but…”
"I know everyone son, if you want me to forget it, let me know." He chuckles.
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Thirteen walks by Krist, holding a stirge ribcage. “What are you reading?”
The elderly man looks up, smiling warmly "Thirteen! Good to see you son. Oh this? Just a book on thermodynamics. Perhaps you could read it to me? My eyes ain't what they used to be."
“…how did you know my name? Or, epithet, technically, but…”
"I know everyone son, if you want me to forget it, let me know." He chuckles.
“Oh. Okay. Uh, sure, if you need me to, I can read it to you.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Thirteen walks by Krist, holding a stirge ribcage. “What are you reading?”
The elderly man looks up, smiling warmly "Thirteen! Good to see you son. Oh this? Just a book on thermodynamics. Perhaps you could read it to me? My eyes ain't what they used to be."
“…how did you know my name? Or, epithet, technically, but…”
"I know everyone son, if you want me to forget it, let me know." He chuckles.
“Oh. Okay. Uh, sure, if you need me to, I can read it to you.”
He stares at it. He rushes over and takes it from her. It seems to calm at his smell. He mutters to it in Otyugh tongue, a language so obscure and difficult that most beings never think to learn it. He looks back up at her, his face full of emotion. "It's okay, Yuri. I've already forgiven you. You didn't have to do this."
"I'm afraid not. He hasn't picked an item yet. He thought you might want another pitchfork, this one wrought of gold. I believe I told him it was a good idea, since you would be able to use it quite frequently as a cane or for, you know, pitching hay, but he said that you have too many pitchforks. You see, I don't know you well enough to be able to help him as well as I could otherwise. Unlike most fey, you are bathed in so much secrecy many believe you don't exist. Believe me, if I weren't needed here I never could have tracked you down."
She wrings her hands "I wanted to if that means anything. I'm not good at.." She gestures between them "this... It's hard for me.. I know it's hard to deal with me.. but I want to try."
He chuckles, laughing into his fist "I try to be quiet after all."
"It's okay, Yuri. It's okay. You made a mistake. I make mistakes all the time. You know what I do? Iterate. Next time I make a mistake in the same vein, I learn from the last time I failed. That's just how it works. Relationships are a part of life, not something new. You may not be very experienced in genuine ones, but neither am I. We're both learning."
"Of course. It makes sense. You are a very controversial figure. If your location were common knowledge, there would be a war over you. While I would get plenty of money from both sides purchasing embargoes on each other, it would be sad to see all those casualties. Paladins who thought their aims were just, children who thought you needed protection..." The dragon frowns. "But we don't need to talk about that. What matters is you and your family. I need to get to know you better in order to help your beloved, so tell me, what are some of your favorite activities? Something both thoughtful and useful will surely be a treat for you."
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Thirteen walks by Krist, holding a stirge ribcage. “What are you reading?”
The elderly man looks up, smiling warmly "Thirteen! Good to see you son. Oh this? Just a book on thermodynamics. Perhaps you could read it to me? My eyes ain't what they used to be."
“…how did you know my name? Or, epithet, technically, but…”
"I know everyone son, if you want me to forget it, let me know." He chuckles.
“Oh. Okay. Uh, sure, if you need me to, I can read it to you.”
"Much oblige son." He nods
Thirteen takes the book. “Hmm… ‘Carnot’s theorem states that all heat engines operating between the same two thermal reservoirs cannot have efficiencies greater than a reversible heat engine operating between the same reservoirs…’”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
He stares at it. He rushes over and takes it from her. It seems to calm at his smell. He mutters to it in Otyugh tongue, a language so obscure and difficult that most beings never think to learn it. He looks back up at her, his face full of emotion. "It's okay, Yuri. I've already forgiven you. You didn't have to do this."
"I'm afraid not. He hasn't picked an item yet. He thought you might want another pitchfork, this one wrought of gold. I believe I told him it was a good idea, since you would be able to use it quite frequently as a cane or for, you know, pitching hay, but he said that you have too many pitchforks. You see, I don't know you well enough to be able to help him as well as I could otherwise. Unlike most fey, you are bathed in so much secrecy many believe you don't exist. Believe me, if I weren't needed here I never could have tracked you down."
She wrings her hands "I wanted to if that means anything. I'm not good at.." She gestures between them "this... It's hard for me.. I know it's hard to deal with me.. but I want to try."
He chuckles, laughing into his fist "I try to be quiet after all."
"It's okay, Yuri. It's okay. You made a mistake. I make mistakes all the time. You know what I do? Iterate. Next time I make a mistake in the same vein, I learn from the last time I failed. That's just how it works. Relationships are a part of life, not something new. You may not be very experienced in genuine ones, but neither am I. We're both learning."
"Of course. It makes sense. You are a very controversial figure. If your location were common knowledge, there would be a war over you. While I would get plenty of money from both sides purchasing embargoes on each other, it would be sad to see all those casualties. Paladins who thought their aims were just, children who thought you needed protection..." The dragon frowns. "But we don't need to talk about that. What matters is you and your family. I need to get to know you better in order to help your beloved, so tell me, what are some of your favorite activities? Something both thoughtful and useful will surely be a treat for you."
"I know I just... Feel horrible. I thought that not eating would solve it but it didn't and I nearly ripped out that child's throat. I thought that I could stop killing and I am still sure I can't... I just feel like sometimes I am more of a weight than anything and I know that sounds stupid.."
Donn thinks for a moment "Actually.... I think you might be able to help me with something if you are willing to do so."
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Thirteen walks by Krist, holding a stirge ribcage. “What are you reading?”
The elderly man looks up, smiling warmly "Thirteen! Good to see you son. Oh this? Just a book on thermodynamics. Perhaps you could read it to me? My eyes ain't what they used to be."
“…how did you know my name? Or, epithet, technically, but…”
"I know everyone son, if you want me to forget it, let me know." He chuckles.
“Oh. Okay. Uh, sure, if you need me to, I can read it to you.”
"Much oblige son." He nods
Thirteen takes the book. “Hmm… ‘Carnot’s theorem states that all heat engines operating between the same two thermal reservoirs cannot have efficiencies greater than a reversible heat engine operating between the same reservoirs…’”
Krist listens along, closing his eyes and sipping his tea. Thirteen feels a fatherly or grandfatherly aura seeping off him,
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"It's okay, Yuri. It's okay. You made a mistake. I make mistakes all the time. You know what I do? Iterate. Next time I make a mistake in the same vein, I learn from the last time I failed. That's just how it works. Relationships are a part of life, not something new. You may not be very experienced in genuine ones, but neither am I. We're both learning."
"Of course. It makes sense. You are a very controversial figure. If your location were common knowledge, there would be a war over you. While I would get plenty of money from both sides purchasing embargoes on each other, it would be sad to see all those casualties. Paladins who thought their aims were just, children who thought you needed protection..." The dragon frowns. "But we don't need to talk about that. What matters is you and your family. I need to get to know you better in order to help your beloved, so tell me, what are some of your favorite activities? Something both thoughtful and useful will surely be a treat for you."
"I know I just... Feel horrible. I thought that not eating would solve it but it didn't and I nearly ripped out that child's throat. I thought that I could stop killing and I am still sure I can't... I just feel like sometimes I am more of a weight than anything and I know that sounds stupid.."
Donn thinks for a moment "Actually.... I think you might be able to help me with something if you are willing to do so."
"It does sound stupid, but I don't hold it against you. The only reason you see yourself as a weight is that you think of yourself in relation to me. You are your own person. Think about your own goals for a moment. I don't define you as a person, or you me."
"I'm all ears. Metaphorically. Almost literally since the last time I directly said 'yes' to an archfey without getting a full picture of their plans."
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
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The elderly man looks up, smiling warmly "Thirteen! Good to see you son. Oh this? Just a book on thermodynamics. Perhaps you could read it to me? My eyes ain't what they used to be."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He stares at it. He rushes over and takes it from her. It seems to calm at his smell. He mutters to it in Otyugh tongue, a language so obscure and difficult that most beings never think to learn it. He looks back up at her, his face full of emotion. "It's okay, Yuri. I've already forgiven you. You didn't have to do this."
"I'm afraid not. He hasn't picked an item yet. He thought you might want another pitchfork, this one wrought of gold. I believe I told him it was a good idea, since you would be able to use it quite frequently as a cane or for, you know, pitching hay, but he said that you have too many pitchforks. You see, I don't know you well enough to be able to help him as well as I could otherwise. Unlike most fey, you are bathed in so much secrecy many believe you don't exist. Believe me, if I weren't needed here I never could have tracked you down."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“…how did you know my name? Or, epithet, technically, but…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She wrings her hands "I wanted to if that means anything. I'm not good at.." She gestures between them "this... It's hard for me.. I know it's hard to deal with me.. but I want to try."
He chuckles, laughing into his fist "I try to be quiet after all."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I know everyone son, if you want me to forget it, let me know." He chuckles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Im back if Baalze is still here.*
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Oh. Okay. Uh, sure, if you need me to, I can read it to you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Much oblige son." He nods
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"It's okay, Yuri. It's okay. You made a mistake. I make mistakes all the time. You know what I do? Iterate. Next time I make a mistake in the same vein, I learn from the last time I failed. That's just how it works. Relationships are a part of life, not something new. You may not be very experienced in genuine ones, but neither am I. We're both learning."
"Of course. It makes sense. You are a very controversial figure. If your location were common knowledge, there would be a war over you. While I would get plenty of money from both sides purchasing embargoes on each other, it would be sad to see all those casualties. Paladins who thought their aims were just, children who thought you needed protection..." The dragon frowns. "But we don't need to talk about that. What matters is you and your family. I need to get to know you better in order to help your beloved, so tell me, what are some of your favorite activities? Something both thoughtful and useful will surely be a treat for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen takes the book. “Hmm… ‘Carnot’s theorem states that all heat engines operating between the same two thermal reservoirs cannot have efficiencies greater than a reversible heat engine operating between the same reservoirs…’”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I know I just... Feel horrible. I thought that not eating would solve it but it didn't and I nearly ripped out that child's throat. I thought that I could stop killing and I am still sure I can't... I just feel like sometimes I am more of a weight than anything and I know that sounds stupid.."
Donn thinks for a moment "Actually.... I think you might be able to help me with something if you are willing to do so."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Krist listens along, closing his eyes and sipping his tea. Thirteen feels a fatherly or grandfatherly aura seeping off him,
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"what's making you tired?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"It does sound stupid, but I don't hold it against you. The only reason you see yourself as a weight is that you think of yourself in relation to me. You are your own person. Think about your own goals for a moment. I don't define you as a person, or you me."
"I'm all ears. Metaphorically. Almost literally since the last time I directly said 'yes' to an archfey without getting a full picture of their plans."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"you don't look that old"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover