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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Bust? [REPRINT]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette February Issue


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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

2/8/24 | TDM #4 - AURORA BOREALIS BLITZ BUST? Content Warnings: "Further Details" section has independent CW labels.
Forecast: SEVERE BLIZZARD WARNING

REBUILDING HELP REQUESTED

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

A photo taken of the damage.

ACROSS PUMPKIN HOLLOW - City government is requesting aid with repairs to public buildings and local fixtures after the recent earthquakes on Tuesday, January 8th. While there was minimal damage to Town Hall itself, several important buildings sustained damage, including the Magpie National Bank, the South Train Station and the Clock Tower, which is now stuck with hands at 8pm.

Regarding the cause of the earthquake, local biologist Dr. Elias Coldwood was heard to say “There's never been seismic activity here.” And he’s a scientist, so he would know! But clearly this is no longer the case. Perhaps Pumpkin Hollow has a mysterious tiny civilization underground worshiping a destroyer god, planning to attack through the bowling alley, the moment we create a bowling alley. Perhaps not. More on this story as it unfolds, faithful readers.

In the meantime, volunteers to help with the damage to city buildings are invited to meet with Mayor Hellen Poe for assignments.

AURORA TURNS VIOLENT - MYSTERIOUS BLIZZARD INTERRUPTS CHAOS

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

An artist's rendition of last year's view.

ABOVE MARROW ISLE - Despite our earlier report, it turns out that this year's annual aurora borealis season did not turn out to be a pleasant or romantic viewing experience. Instead, starry monsters based off of classic constellations have been attacking the town each time the aurora is in the sky! However, due to some extreme blizzards that have been occurring most nights each month since late January, the aurora has been interrupted more nights than not and the monsters intercepted. Still, the Pumpkin Hollow Safety Board would like to remind everyone to take appropriate precautions during inclement weather, and to tread carefully on clear nights as monsters may still be attacking until late February!

HOROSCOPES

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

What do the stars say about you today?

Capricorn: Do you feel as if you’ve lost something? If not, it’s wise to double-check. Perhaps it’s not something like a button or a key, but your sense of wonder or your self-confidence. Remember, things tend to be in the last place you look.

Aquarius: Something about the year ending made you feel lighter, like taking off a heavy wool coat. Ride this burst of energy as far as it will take you, because the shiny of a fresh beginning tends to wear off quickly.

Pisces: Don’t worry, I don’t believe what everyone says behind your back. You’re not too sensitive or too naive. They’re just jealous. Really, most of the time when they’re whispering, it’s not even about you.

Aries: You’re the sort of warm individual that babies and animals are drawn to. Unfortunately, this may include hungry wolves and swarms of insects. But don’t let that bring you down! We need that sort of personality around here.

Taurus: There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, until you work to stop others from also being the best. That’s called cheating and may lead to you being disqualified from competitions. If you get caught, that is.

Gemini: You know those riddles about the two guards, one who always tells the truth and one who always lies? Well, everyone hates those riddles with a passion. You’ll see for yourself, soon.

Cancer: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Leo: Your incandescent personality often makes you the center of attention. However, that’s not the only thing about you that glows. Moths may flock to you in the dark this week, and so might children afraid to sleep with the lights out.

Virgo: Be careful with your words–they aren’t just the precursors to your deeds, but the manifestation of your will. This is not a week for idioms and metaphors, not for you. Even something like bemoaning a lack of spoons may make eating cereal harder.

Libra: You are, inevitably, the first one heard to say a situation isn’t fair. And it’s not, nor will it ever be. Instead of getting upset, have you ever considered getting revenge? That’s usually more satisfying in the long run.

Scorpio: Ugh, Scorpios. The position of Venus means your usually volatile emotions will be in the doldrums instead. Enjoy this while it lasts I guess. Who knows if you’ll ever experience such peace again, given, well. You’re kind of an emotional mess and no one likes you.

Sagittarius: There will never be another day like today. You must strive to make the day everything you want it to be. No mistakes, now! Consider your choices very carefully. Consider your choice to consider, very carefully.

SUNFIRE'S HEARTH

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

A photo of Mayor Poe's cats, Toffee and Butter, enjoying the view.

ASSORTED LOCATIONS - As the coldest part of the year settles over our fair isle, it is time for Sunfire’s Hearth--- an informal celebration of bonfires and hearth flames, for those unfamiliar! For the months of January and February, a raised platform for bonfires will be lit on weekends, and restaurants and taverns across town will keep their fireplaces lit. Unlike many of our other festivities, there is no structured celebration--- simply make some time during this time to bask in the warmth of a fire! You can even celebrate at home.

An additional benefit of this time of year is that Merrymeet is well on its way. So take this time and get snuggly in front of a fire with your special person to get in the mood for romance! (Or they could be platonic snuggles. Whatever suits you best.)

LOCAL ALCHEMIST REPORTS MISSING POTION

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

Some of Mx. Sallek's usual stock. Could stand to have better labels./p>

LOCATION UNCERTAIN - Early Monday morning, local alchemist Aeryn Sallek reported that a large container of magical potion has been swapped with another, and it would seem that the mistaken jug has been sent out for delivery. According to Mx. Sallek, they sent a number of jugs out for delivery in a case with our local delivery extraordinaire, Sam Porter Bridges. The jugs were meant to contain a harmless, potable freeze-resistance potion for our town’s various water sources, in the interest of keeping water reserves drinkable in sub-freezing winter weather. However, when they returned to the shop, one of these potions remained on their counter while a love potion they’d been working on went missing.

“‘Love potion’ is kind of a misnomer, honestly,” Mx. Sallek is quoted to have said on the matter. “But ‘emotional acuity’ potion doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. Basically what it actually does is enhance existing romantic desire and embolden the user to be emotionally open. But Yorick should already know all this, since he’s the one who ordered it.” [Editing note: don’t forget to cut the last part of that comment before publishing. Cecil, you don’t need to include personal statements directed at reporters from these interviews!]

It’s unclear which area of town this particular potion ended up being injected into the water source, but according to Mx. Sallek, the potion was not particularly intense to begin with. It should be significantly diluted as to be harmless. Still, if you notice any strange symptoms such as butterflies in your stomach, a desire to burst into song, or inexplicable yearning, please file a report with the Safety Board at your earliest convenience.

FOOD SHORTAGES PUT STRAIN ON ISLAND ECONOMY

By Yorick Aberdeen

MARKET DISTRICT - While there are many things to celebrate this time of year, Marrow Isle is not without its adversity. Over these past months, many new members of our community have arrived by ferry after our numbers remained small and stagnant for many years. And the presence of our newfound neighbors has been a boon to all of us. Many artisans have opened useful businesses, medical professionals have expanded our access to healthcare, and a new fishing vessel has taken to the seas. However, despite a few additions, our farming community remains quite modest and planting was not planned with such incredible new growth in mind.

The unfortunate result of this is that food reserves on the island this year are uncharacteristically low. As such, Town Council has made the difficult decision to allow for the temporary inflation of food prices and the rationing of food staples.

“We understand the hardship this will place on the residents of Pumpkin Hollow,” said Mayor Poe in a statement after this decision was made. “But please know that we are all in this together. We hope to be able to offer a better incentive package for those interested in farming in the coming springtime.”

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Further Details...


Aurora


The dead of winter sheds all colors of the trees and flowers across Marrow Isle, but tonight, there are no stark whites and grays and browns.



Tonight, in the sky sprawling with stars above the dreary town, there are lights.



Sprawling trails of violet and green twist and wave through the sky, brightening the earth below and the sea beyond Jack's Marina in magical colors. The return of the borealis is something many Pumpkin Hollowites look forward to, and their reactions are very clear: people scurry down to the shores to watch with wide eyes, many retrieve telescopes, and some even borrow the decks of ships, abandoned for the night at the docks, to watch the sights.



It doesn't take long for this to change, however; the sea nor land are safe from the curse, and it's made quickly apparent that the sky is no exception.



At first, the sight seems like none more than an illusion, perhaps someone blinking and missing a strange shift of the lights. A glimmering outline forms around a cluster of stars, only slightly harder than any of the lines that define the aurora's rays. Several of these shapes form, each array of stars different from the last, some larger, some smaller.



And then, the stars begin to fall.



Seeming to peel off the painted sky, the ebbing colors surrounding the starlight drop, crashing to the world below. Some fall to the streets and beaches, while others fall into the forest, leaving view, or drop into the sea, leaving splashes and waves in their wake that ensure any watching knows full and well that this is not a trick of the light. At first, these shapes are unmoving, glowing masses of aurora-light with stars shining brightly within them. Most townsfolk are uneasy, but this seems to pale in severity to the other disasters, even if they lack any idea of what it could mean for them.



That is, of course, until the masses begin to move.



Each one is as varied as the constellation it stole from the sky: stars form suggestions of skeletal structures, and their "flesh", only consisting of swimming lights and liquid sky that steals any lights around them. Two identical glowing shapes rise to a face finally taking form, and slowly, moving more like gel than animal as it rises to freshly-formed legs, it settles on the closest living thing it can find.



There is no calculation in it, nor what seems to be a glimmer of thought.



It simply lunges with intent to kill.





Horoscopes
[CW: Altered emotional states ]


Cecil’s disconcerting horoscopes have the following effects for the next few days:


  • Capricorn: misplaced things, particularly small objects


  • Aquarius: zoomies!


  • Pisces: intense paranoia


  • Aries: Disney princess-like magnetism to local fauna


  • Taurus: insatiable perfectionism


  • Gemini: reversed truth values; lies come out honest, being honest sounds like a lie.


  • Cancer: Pandora-esque curiosity, to the point of personal detriment


  • Leo: radiant glow emanating from your person


  • Virgo: figurative speech is manifested into the world with its literal meaning


  • Libra: a particularly potent desire for revenge


  • Scorpio: numbing of emotions (can be counteracted by love potion, partially)


  • Sagittarius: incapacitating indecision

(Don’t know your character’s sign? Feel free to just decide on one!)




Love Potion
[CW: Altered Emotional States ]


Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the “love” potion ended up in the water supply of the Oak & Iron. As promised by Aeryn, it is thoroughly diluted, as its recipients believed it to be a normal freeze-resistance potion to be mixed with their water.


The effects are not particularly intense. However, anyone who drinks any of the tavern’s housemade ale or cider, drinks the coffee, or eats any food that might require water to cook will experience symptoms of “emotional acuity”. This involves feeling more emotionally open, more receptive to positive feelings about others, a strong desire for physical or verbal affection, and the intensification of romantic or sexual attraction that you might already be experiencing. It will last about half a day. Just in time to help potentially land you a date for Merrymeet, a flower and fertility festival in early spring!






Famine
[CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]


Food rationing and inflation will have the following impact:



Grocery budgets for apped-in characters will be reduced in their efficacy.
Basic groceries will be only the most minimal of staples. You will likely go hungry if you do not find a way to supplement this.
Bountiful groceries will be reduced to the amount of food normally contained in basic.
Lavish groceries will not be available at all.
Your grocery choices from Activity Check are not able to be modified for this month unless otherwise stated.



Bonuses and Discounts associated with the Farmer and Fisherman jobs are also reduced.
Level 1 bonuses will be reduced to standard, which is to say how they would function for a non-Farmer/Fisherman character during a normal, pre-famine month. (ex. Whereas normally a Level 1 Farmer would get free Basic groceries, they will now have to pay the 50 Brass, but do not have the efficacy of Basic groceries reduced as described above.)
Level 2 bonuses will be reduced to that of a Level 1 Farmer/Fisherman. (ex. Whereas a Level 2 Fisherman would normally be able to have Bountiful groceries discounted to 50 Brass, they now must pay full price for Bountiful groceries. However, they can still get Basic groceries for free and don’t suffer from the famine induced efficacy reduction for either budget.)



Oak & Iron Residents will only be able to receive bland, repetitive meals with their food vouchers consisting of simple broth, plain bread, bland potato dishes, and the like. It is enough to be fed and comfortable but it is incredibly unsatisfying. (This includes all new characters that are not apped-in.) Drinks, however, are still plentiful.



Characters who do not eat will find that their respective sources of fuel will be reduced to just barely enough to keep them functional, provided that they ration carefully. (Ex. Transformers may want to be less active. Vampires will find that victims cannot handle excessive blood loss without fainting and generally prefer to stay home.)



Characters who were present to fight the Mother Crab back in late summer and chose to can some of their crab can use it now!



Hunting, foraging, and fishing can help reduce the impact of these reductions, and people can share their food. You can absolutely die of starvation. After Merrymeet in February, food will return to normal.



no_goaway: (.............)

[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-12 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Muriel isn't any better at starting conversation, honestly. He hasn't noticed the stranger's idiosyncrasies, avoiding eye contact and interaction in general as much as he does. Some interaction is impossible to avoid when they're working together, though, green eyes darting over to the other man as they pause for rest, then turning back to stare at the ground.

As the quiet prolongs, he eventually relaxes, just a little bit. It's nice to not be expected to speak.]
graveling: (tiny smirk)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-12 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[At some point, Angel gives Muriel a little flickering flash of a smile that doesn't last long, as if his face is too heavy to hold a smile for more than a couple seconds. But yeah, it is very nice to...y'know. Not people for a bit.]
tisnotthehouse: (noisemaze)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-12 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I hope that is true...I'm so very tired of loving and losing...it would be wonderful to keep something for myself, at least for a little while..."

He cuddles closer to her, growing a little so he can wrap his legs around her body. "...You must have questions for me. And I, for you. Where would you like to start, dearest?"
graveling: (enshadowed)

Study Up

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-12 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Footsteps. Quiet, quiet footsteps behind a shelf. That's the first sign Claude has that he's not alone. The room is eerily still and silent, beyond that, though. No breathing.]
tisnotthehouse: (spider mouth)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-12 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" He perks up slightly at the sight, one of his forelegs sliding curiously over her body. "How wonderful...you look just like the real thing," he says, full of admiration. "I almost want to ask you for a story now." Such as how she does it, and where she learned how to do it. But he did make the offer first, so...

"Let me see...four million years ago, on the planet Cybertron..." Tarantulas speaks of a war that turned friends into foe, as allies joined to overthrow an oppressive government and then turned against each other, unable to agree on which path their planet should take. He speaks of a strategist, young and bold but perhaps unwise, whose only wish was for peace through victory. He speaks of a scientist who loved too blindly, and the betrayal that destroyed his home.

He speaks of a long, long, long journey between the stars, and wonders beyond numbering that still failed to fill the hole torn into a broken heart.
no_goaway: (....)

[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-12 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Between her calling him out on the few times he'd left some forage for others, and that dreadfully sad look on her face, Muriel absolutely crumbles, his face burning red.]

F-Fine, I'll take it. Just-- stop looking at me like that. [Muriel huffs, tucking away the wrapped fish.]
no_goaway: (...)

[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-12 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow, how'd you guess? Muriel scoffs.]

I've had enough of it for one lifetime.
maltesefalcon: (Default)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-02-12 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

[Cerrit's crestfeathers droop a little. Trying to force the matter would achieve the opposite of his goal, here.]

Well, have a goose anyway, kid. I'm heading back to town. Find me if you need anything.
tisnotthehouse: (spider eyes)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-12 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"River is immensely skilled," Tarantulas agrees, with wistful pride and sadness mingled in his tone. "I am...less capable, as a fighter --" As anyone who's heard about how he was literally ripped in half by Vika and Amaterasu can surely attest -- "But the barricades should be sturdier now that I've given them some reinforcement." He pats the one he was just working on with one claw-tipped leg. "Since I can't work on my radios or other projects while I'm stuck like this, it seemed the best way to contribute."
hyliasblessing: (bashful)

[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2024-02-12 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't need to be told--- Zelda immediately looks relieved. ]

Thank you. Oh--- I'm Zelda, by the way.

[ She holds out a slim hand. ]

You're new, right? When did you arrive?
no_goaway: (...........)

[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-12 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Muriel barely catches the smile, his face heating a bit in response. Everyone he knows back home, and everyone he's met here-- they've all been so chatty. What a relief to meet someone else who isn't.

There are some mugs of ale set aside for the volunteers in case they get thirsty, and Muriel happens to be in reach of them, so he passes one over to Angel.]
graveling: (patient)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-12 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Angel accepts the mug, lifting it in a mild sort of toast, before giving Muriel a small gesture encouraging him to take his own mug.

Honestly, this sort of quiet companionship is nice. He's been working so hard to try to be a person, but getting to, at least partially, not is a really nice thing.]
no_goaway: (.....)

[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-12 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Kid??? He is in his 30s and nearly seven feet tall........ Muriel's scowl somehow deepens even further.

But he's not about to let food, or a creature's life, go to waste so fine!! he'll take the goose!!]
maltesefalcon: (wingspan)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-02-12 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[And Cerrit, true to his word, is going to fly off. But over time, Muriel might notice that shadow above him, the sound of wings, and more meat left for him in spots he frequents.]
no_goaway: (.............)

[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-12 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Muriel... does not take her hand. Is he being rude, or is he too afraid he might hurt her to even shake her hand? Both probably.

He stares awkwardly at the ground, not sure what to do. If she remembers him, and has already chased him across town to deliver the fish, what's to stop her from doing it again if he doesn't answer her? Why isn't the spell working on her? It seems to be a little unreliable ever since his arrival here...]


...Muriel. Got here a couple days ago.
lovinglefthand: (remember him)

[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-02-12 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
First Aid will pour some tea for Eddie as well, offering him the thermos's cup once he's set down the baskets and sat down himself. The work is quiet and soothing, taking up a huge chunk of his processing power with the necessity of handling each egg gently, neither firmly enough to crack it nor so cautiously that it slips out between his fingers. It's like surgery, only without the risk of hurting someone he knows, and Eddie's company is as quiet and calming as he'd hoped for.

First Aid is really enjoying himself when he hums quietly and asks, "How have things been out here? Is Thietmar having any other issues?" He'd sprained his ankle, as First Aid recalls; he'd sent him home with a boot and a prescription for Sally's pharmacy, and instructions to do light work only for at least a week. He hopes he's been sticking to that.
lightconductor: (calm)

hunger

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-02-12 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
In the Oak & Iron, Watson (who looks as tired and hungry as most people, let's be honest) looks down at the small pile of food that's appeared near his glass of beer. Puzzled, he looks around, and lays his eyes on Muriel. He frowns.

"Here," he says, "what is this? Was this yours?"
lightconductor: (calm)

Once in a lifetime

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-02-12 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
As Harry finishes his song, weeping, Watson comes up to the stage in a quiet, unassuming way. He extends a hand to help him down off the stage -- a man this drunk cannot be trusted even if he does take the stairs -- and gives him the sympathetic, solemn gaze of a doctor, one who particularly knows a thing or two about addiction.

"Easy, my friend. Why don't you come sit with me in the corner? You seem to need a moment to collect yourself."
actuallyawolf: (Default)

Ylva Wolfsdottir | OC (D&D), existing player with new character.

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-02-12 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival

Ylva slinks around Pumpkin Hollow like an animal that's been kicked a few too many times. She's not sure what happened. She's not sure what happened to the ship, or her friends there, but she does know several things: one, she has once again found herself separated from all the people she knows, which is a thing her heart can hardly bear; and two, this is a real place. Curse or not, it's a real place, with animals and plants and the comforting present of life all around here. It's been so long.

She's lanky and androgynous, with a mess of long red hair and a freckled, tanned face, and the pointed ears of a half elf. She makes eye contact rarely, and occasionally lifts her lip in a defensive, silent snarl, should someone's attention linger. Still, she's more visibly nervous than she is truly aggressive.

Other times, people might encounter something else: a large, tawny wolflike dog (because a wolf walking through town is surely unthinkable), or a particularly intelligent-looking crow perched on a fence. The wary mannerisms are the same.

Famine

But people are hungry. She is, whatever else she is, a wolf, and wolves have particular ideas about the sanctity of the pack. Ylva, despite all her wariness and concern, would rather like to make a good impression. She can, in fact, do something about it.

She went out to the woods. She hunted -- felt hot blood in her mouth for the first time in years, a deeply satisfying thing she had missed -- she butchered, and now she's wandering about the streets of town with a large bundle on her back.

"I have meat," she says, without introduction. "Do you need meat? It's deer, mostly."

Wildcard

Something else? I'm easy.
actuallyawolf: (satisfied)

wildcard

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-02-12 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ylva, who has been sitting in the back of the Oak & Iron with a mug of ale for some time, has not been able to take her eyes off Magne. Except, of course, direct eye contact might be *rude*, it's rude for *wolves*, because that's a challenge. So she watches out of the corner of her eye, glances away frequently, wondering what she's going to do. She is likely not as subtle about this as she is hoping.

And, eventually, she will march up to Magne looking eager but also very concerned, and she puts on her best smile (which has too many teeth, because she's trying too hard), and asks her question. "Um, hi, are you... trans?"

She says the word like it's still a little unfamiliar for her.
graveling: (coming for you)

Arrival

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-12 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Angel has, in the past, had bad experiences with crows and other carrion birds. Animals don't like him at the best of times, and the intelligent ones make sure he knows it. So at the sight of the crow on a fencepost at the farm, he sort of does the human equivalent of tucking tail and offering it a wide berth. Yes, he has to get to the chicken coop to do chores, but he doesn't need to make eye contact to do so. His shoulders are pulled up almost to his ears, defensively.
maltesefalcon: (pinch)

Famine

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-02-12 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mostly? What's the rest of it?" Someone's learned a lesson recently in assuming what meat is, whoops!

But Cerrit is an interesting sight, isn't he? All feathers and steel grey eyes, moving with the dexterity of a level 14 rogue grace as he makes his approach on taloned feet. He eyes the offering, and then eyes Ylva herself quietly, clicking his beak.
actuallyawolf: (crow)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-02-13 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. That's interesting. There's something odd about him, definitely, but not quite in a way she's seen before, and he seems a bit unnerved by her, which is not typical. Crows generally go ignored, after all. She looks at him intently in the way of birds -- with one eye -- and flaps after him. It's a lazy sort of hop from one fencepost to one a few over, a casual pursuit.

She does, a little bit, miss the ability to be understood in other shapes -- she's been spoiled -- but Ylva makes a reassuring crow noise in his direction. It's a gentle sort of gravelly cackle, deep in her throat, almost a laugh.
graveling: (bombastic sideeye)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-13 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Angel glances up at that sound, noticing that she's made an approach.

"I'm not a threat to the animals here, I promise. I know you don't like me. Miss Bobbin doesn't, neither. Nor Singer or Missy. But I'm supposed to be here, honest. I'm alright."

Hands up in the way of a kid who's all-too-used to being in trouble in the classroom, blamed for something ineffable rather than actual poor behavior.
actuallyawolf: (cautious)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-02-13 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
He is interesting! Ylva looks up at him with distinct interest, if not surprise. She's never had much business with any of the birdfolk she's heard of, but she knows they exist and has met one or two in passing. He's not Gwaihir, certainly. Cerrit's much too big for that, and has too many limbs. Maybe Aarakocra?

"Well, I also caught a rabbit and a couple of grouse," she says. "But those I didn't skin. That's probably not a problem for you, though."