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    Osytha gives a little nod toward the two guards, before shuffling inside at the striking woman’s invitation. The door closes behind her...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private A Little White Lie.
    … Snap… … pop… A comforting, little sound fills the darkness. A familiar sound. One that feels like warmth against numbed hands...
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    Osytha reacted to Hector's post in the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M] with Cry Cry.
    "He'll be here," Lefelen assures Osytha. If only because he had to be. If he wasn't. If he was captured. Sando stays low. Face a weave...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Open Emergency Ordinance.
    Osytha has committed to hacking a path towards that wraith-white schwertkämpferin; a path forged twice as fast for being carved out at...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home.
    Momo speaks, and the simple pasture surrounding them changes before her eyes. His words stroke their paintbrush over it, sharing a...
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    No doubt Rois would have been coloured by glee if he’d have heard the brave chattering of the wagon men, this would not be the company's...
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    That… force, that spider’s web which Osytha had felt suspend her mind in its structure, and connected her by thrumming lines of thought…...
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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.
    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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    “On Elvish Longing: Narratives of the Miniature, the Gigantic, the Sylvan, the Collection, and all the Bonds In Between a Very Long...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private A Little White Lie.
    The taistrel can’t see any better in the dark than Osytha, but even if the flash of pain in his wrist and the telling numbness beyond it...
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