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    “Right. And we’re here.” Caravan master Lydik hops off the front wagon and walks his way down along the train, his big gnarled hands...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private A Little White Lie.
    It’s unimaginably cold. Osytha thought she knew what ‘cold’ felt like. But for every slush-steeped mire she’s waded through, every...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home [M].
    Those careful hands, dipping into the brook. Momo… watches? Listens? Feels, perhaps, with his two fingers touched to flowering water...
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    “Wh— hold on, what—?” Like when her horse is galloping so smooth, so unhindered under her, it feels like they’re flying. Riding...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private A Little White Lie.
    The badger proves aptly-named; in her markings, in her size, and notably, in her sturdiness. Her grip is relentless — for Cuttle’s own...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private Restoration.
    Osytha observes (with no small amount of awe) that cup gesture out for its fourth refill. The old girl can really pack it away, she...
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