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    Private Rest

    Vyn never pretended to be a disciplined woman. At first mention, the food was already working itself into her mind, much like the spit had been worked into it. They'd slice and carve bits and mince them smaller yet with teeth and joy – because who could be upset when the meat was good and the...
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    Private Rest

    Vyn would've grabbed her chest, as the truth stung right in the ticker, but alas – her arms were pinned down by the pair playing counterweights. The story untold grew more delicious with each of Mikael's squirms. If he was that uncofmortable, he must've done something worthy of a story. The fact...
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    Private Rest

    Sometimes being a person meant feeling like a souppot. Buncha stuff flowing and swishing round to keep it all in balance. Funny how more liquid often lessened balance, but you ate anything heavy enough and your butt wasn't leaving the ground. A skootch to the leftlaying position was best you...
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    Private Rest

    Well Xen was a buzzkill. Not like anyone would think too harsh of 'em for robbing the guy. Not like they took his coffee – now that would've been a crime proper. Small smile at that. Might have a future in crime yet. Noises further down invited to join. So perhaps joy remained unwrecked at the...
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    Private Rest

    When people called him mini Jem, Vyn could see it. Jemmy, as she'd dubbed it, was a common thing around the camp. Every year there was another – guys who thought being all gruff and quiet made them seem tough. Looked constipated to her. She liked Jem despite the attitude, not because of it. He'd...
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    Private Rest

    Vynovia? What the hell was a Vynovia? But she knew what they meant. Of course she knew. Tingled down to her toe at the warm air about her ear. At least she didn't flinch. Small victory, that. Whenever people started spending time together, there were always rumors and gossip. Vyn might've even...
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    Private Rest

    Hard to be sure who did the running, when you weren't even sure who you were some of the time. Xen was a good sort, but she had no idea what she was talking about. Vyn wasn't even sure she understood herself. But she and the spirit had come to an uneasy truce regarding the whole thing. The child...
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    Private Rest

    Come to think of it, she'd never seen Xen shift. And many deva were like that – never really shifting unless it was really necessary. But you still caught them here and there. Not Xen. Never Xen. Perhaps her primal was something silly, like a chicken. To be fair, Vyn would take a chicken over...
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    Private Rest

    The pfts and snickers made for a lovely chat. Meant they were alright. That no one was in trouble just yet. That perhaps Xen was finally safe – or as close to it as you could get her. But safe wasn't a truth. Just a feeling. Little bit of warmth you tricked into knowing it'd always belonged. And...
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    Private Rest

    While Vyn herself would never dare, she was rather proud of Xen for giving Gordar what for. Trash! Pft. Her gift wasn't trash – maybe crap – but definitely not trash. Wasn't like her to get worked up like this. Maybe it was cause she couldn't drink – but the tiny fury came easily. As they made...
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    Private Rest

    Gordar nodded like it all made sense. And maybe, in time, it would. „Sure hope this is as big as it gets – this is my biggest robe.“ Also the cleanest, warmest, and only without holes at armpit and collar. But she didn't dwell on the future wardrobe malfunction – looked to Xen instead: „Talked...
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    Private Rest

    Vyn near became Pale herself when Xen casually shortened Gordar's name like they watched sheep together. Opened her mouth. Closed it. Picked at her sleeve. „Could...would...should.“ Shrugging was no longer effortless so he just browed up instead. „Sometimes names fall off...when you wear them...
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    Private slowbake

    „Hello...“ Voice quick to sour. „Frank!“ „...Oventaker.“ Surprisingly tame, all things considered. Vyn just smiled, Roki had surely heard worse. „GHHHUR“ Because it had been a while. Didn't need to look down at Frank to know she'd fucked it up. Dough was already getting all floured up. They...
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    Private pale remains

    Vyn's eye twitched as she cut in. „You are not allowed to ask anyone for blood.“ Voice and thought the same – and where one didn't shake, the other wondered. The creature elbowshrugged, pulling on Dove's hand a bit as it did. „We will not ask.“ Until you give us permission. Vyn relaxed at...
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    Private Rest

    „You think names are just letters?“ Fingered the toothgap, amused. „Some sounds you make so the right person turns their head? Suppose they are.“ Pocketed the flask. It had been well past enough. His tongue had gotten loose. „Some names given are understood today. Some you have to grow into.“...
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    Private pale remains

    The Pale made a sound of laughing. Suppose it would've been a vynlaugh had the body moved properly to accommodate. But static as they were – it only sounded wrong. „No.“ What little color the feet housed moved up their leg, torso and neck. Seeping into the face. „To name is to remember.“ It...
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    Vyn's ears perked up at that, a question she'd often wanted to ask. Words neve quite made it out. „Because Audrin's the name I gave her.“ Shrugged. „Others may call her Vynella, but that's not her full name.“ Vyn had long since noticed how all of the older members of the Wagons refused to use...
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    Private Rest

    Gordar smiled and revealed his top right canine was missing. Story went he lost it when he gained the nickname, and everyone's trust. Vyn halfexpected to hear that same story regurgitated back – but when she thought more of it – Gordar never told that one himself. It was always someone else...
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    Hah hah hah Laughing was effort now – because some of the jiggly bits had forgotten their proper selves. And even a hairline crack was felt through the structure entire. But that wasn't how dwarves died. They didn't need a cairn or flame – they simply turned to stone. Gordar figured if any...
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    Private Rest

    „Oh, don't think they're worried about me going anywhere.“ Both Elum laughed at that. But it was a grim thing – because they both knew that there would come a day where they'd be forced to leave the old guy by the side of the road. It would be here if the gods were kind. Might be a year, might...
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