Huh

Opium and tobacco made it worse

But space medicine probably is better

I wouldn't expect opium to help but if tobacco didn't that's a little weird, you should for sure mention that to anyone trying to prescribe you stuff.

I know I'm kind of crazy

It's

Pause

A thing for artists to be a little bit crazy

Glorified

Tobacco makes me sad and mean

Opium and booze too

Anything really is too intense

How does the website Papaya work do you know?

I wield the computer like I wield a trident

Badly enough that someone might get hurt

Papaya's complicated! Do you want me to make you a Papaya account by asking you questions and then send you the login? You'd want to change the password after.

If you don't mind yes

This conversation has been all about me though

Sorry if that is wrong

Or not sorry if that's what you expected

It's what I'm here for, but if you want more give-and-take our sister site Barkeep is for people doing support group style stuff where they're all there for the same reason?

Ok

I don't want that right now

I just don't want to be rude either?

If you want to see only

And I am kind of bragging here

Look up spirit sunsea city sunset temple

It's pretty

Not quite quendi pretty because we're only human though

I'm not a Quendi :)

I can only find one photo of it but it's really lovely, wow!

Thank you

We could only do it because we're rich

Were

I guess

Compared to everyone else

Now it's going to be a historical site probably

Feels weird

I bet. Nobody lives in my hometown any more, we all moved out and now it's a reenactment village thing.

Where is that?

I'm from Dreamward.

The chat is silent for a bit as she searches for that. Huh, flat? Demons? Cohabitors? Wow.

Weird and cool

I was surprised it was so unusual! But I got used to it :)

We have dragons

People say they're evil but I bet that's wrong

They have gold you see

And the person you steal gold from is obviously evil

Otherwise you would have to feel bad

And nature spirits

Some of the animals are smart

I knew a cat that could understand jokes and laughed when people fell over

Wow, that's so cool!

I like to recommend this calendar/todolist app Abacus to people who have trouble with making and keeping schedules, it has really customized alerts and prompts and it can tell where you are and guess pretty well how long you'll need to get wherever you're going.

For your Papaya account -

She will try the app! And answer the questions! And say thank you.

The countries known as the Metal Kingdoms are still in the process of negotiating membership, planning to enter as a single large bloc. They haven't had a vote yet and surveys indicate that religion is the big factor getting in the way- There's a priest-led movement making hue and cry about how Vanda Nosseo is demonstrably and factually not the ones who placed humanity onto the planet, and joining would be a betrayal of their holy purpose. Their major talking points are how the envoys are ready to destroy traditional herding and farming as a way of life, and how they would outlaw the venerable activity of dragon hunting. In support of the second point, their supporters have made a point to make a lot of parades and speeches while carrying weapons and armor. There's been a couple of incidents. Drunken arguments resolved by locking everyone in the dungeon for a day and hitting the whole group with healing, mostly. But visibly low-tech-armed people are completely normal, now.

Further east, the state of Anthel Camme has joined Vanda Nosseo, after a regency council acting on behalf of the eleven year old King opened a vote on the platform of "free land!" and it passed with a solid seventy percent majority. Bus stations and passage to a lush colony planet are welcomed with cheers by the populace.

Some of them aren't quite as happy, though. Fedlo, Grimmal, Mattin, and Shannalore, previously Champions in the employ of a city administrator as an odd combination of guards, courtiers, performers, and soldiers, all formally resign in disgust and walk for the border to the Metal Kingdoms, passing it uneventfully if well armed. They spend a few days in Bronzehill before hiking south, taking a little-used trail south into dragonlands.

They are walking back north nine days later, carrying a few trinkets and trophies, and the head of an Emerald Dragon.

It is at this time that some the dragon's neighbors, a wolf pack, trundles over toward the Elf who had been periodically meeting with a forest-dwelling dragon who named themselves Snake Below Pines, oddly quiet and intent.

Good afternoon, says the Elf, looking up from her embroidery.

One comes close and drops a mangled green crest-feather and a bloody scale at her feet before rejoining the group.

Is Snake Below Pines hurt? Should I call for a healer?

Slain. By humans of sunset-metal teeth and cunning.

The pack fears their return for us.

She draws in breath through her teeth. Is there somewhere safe you would rather go?