secondchance
Akibel Mowar is on his way home from the blacksmith's when he spots it. People are shrieking and fleeing from it, which seems reasonable, as it's a fuckoff huge snake with a mirror for a face. A big mirror.
Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
secondchance
"I was expecting to be tired by now but I'm not. Change of clothes, I guess. And I could use some notebooks and pens."
secondchance
"I'm just worried that if I try to walk around in robes they'll trip me, I'm not used to them."
secondchance
"Maybe I should just make a walking chair golem or something. Wouldn't need wheel-friendly terrain. Golems are also slow, though."
secondchance
"Humans keep their hair all kinds of lengths. In a lot of cultures it's a gender marker, short hair's masculine."
secondchance
"Are people going to be horrified if I'm still here in a few months and want a haircut? ...Am I going to have to learn how to give myself haircuts?"