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RE: You can be an adventurer too (Mateus) - Xe'roseh Yuush - 12-09-2017

She smirks at him as he tells her to hunt food. "Bread not animal." She informs him, though that would be awesome if bread WAS an animal you could just hunt. Besides you needed coin to give to guards, merchants and officials when you lived in the city.

She becomes more sober at his question. Why was she here? She asked herself that so many times. Often she will go out and wander the desert, but she always came back here. How did she even get here?

"Home." She answers him with a nod. "Always home."


RE: You can be an adventurer too (Mateus) - AkhutaiAngura - 12-13-2017

Akhutai snorts at the bread statement. Bread! FAh! No one ever died from lack of bread.

Or did they?

He spends a moment contemplating that, one of the bigger mysteries of life.. A hand lifting, fingers tapping lightly against the scales lining his jaw. Taptap. Finally, her comment about 'Home' settles in and he smiles a bit, nodding.. "Home. Home is.. Nice." He agrees, "Little One is not.. Wanting many home? Home here, home there. When one is travel, home is.. Everywhere."


RE: You can be an adventurer too (Mateus) - Xe'roseh Yuush - 12-13-2017

Blessed sun he really WAS a turtle! How else could his home be there or there or here and there. She pictured him sticking his arms and head into his shield and then remaining there for a duration. Enemies beat at his shield, but he was inside- eating baklava in his underwear. Turtles wore underwear right? There had to be something in that shell.. did he have a bed and furniture in there? Maybe a tea set. He probably had that strange fire box place that the other horned lady had in there, and probably fifty lunch boxes.

She stared at him silently as she pictured him eating pile after pile of baklava in lunch boxes while in a white boxer shirt with red speckled hearts.