Lunamor

The Stormlight Archive

the god of the emu-sun.

See how much stuff I can fit in it. WWYDIYF a random person’s library card in your pocket?

to provide any good visibility.

Whoever came up with the idea is a genius.

Nickelodeon had Dora give info on football penalties when it aired the Superbowl, and it was amazing. I wish I’d watched the Superbowl on Nickelodeon, it would’ve been funny to watch the entire game with this stuff.

Technically. I can play them, just not well. Do you like scented candles?

Chuck Norris is the only shard who can defeat Kelsier Vin when she was a shard in a fistfight.

It turns you into the shard of Roundhouse Kicks.

Jenny perked up and looked back at Edgar, abandoning her half-finished bird carving. She brushed some wood shavings off of her lap. ”Oh, it’s ok! I get sad sometimes too.” She looked over to Roy, who seemed to have stopped. Hadn’t Edgar asked him to leave? ”I think both of you are sad.” Jenny was rather proud of her emotional literacy skills in that moment. @RoyalBeeMage

It was in Tartaremus’s deepest

Whichever post is the most recent one. Right now, it’s this one.

“Oh, ok. See you!” Jenny waved goodbye, a bit disappointed that she hadn’t been able to answer Roy’s question yet. She awkwardly glanced at Edgar, then pulled out her daggers and started carving on the table. The metal made a squeaky scraping sound against the wood. She still had no idea if he wanted her to leave, so she remained a few seats away from him. She hoped he didn’t wish that she would go. Normally people didn’t talk to her more than once if they could help it. @Weaver of Lights

Jenny froze. What was she supposed to do? Edgar had asked Roy to leave. Did he want her to leave too? She settled for scooting over a few seats. ”Oh, I’m not sure who will win… People usually just order me to stand as far away as possible. I end up here a lot, actually.” She vaguely gestured at the campfire area. “So I don’t see much of what happens.” She thought for a moment. ”Ares seems to be pretty competitive. But Athena’s really good too. It’s hard to choose…” Jenny continued to ponder, thinking hard about who she thought would win.

Oh no. Edgar was sad. Really sad. Jenny understood what crying meant. It hurt her heart to see it. Death seemed to make a lot of people feel that way. She sat down next to him and awkwardly patted him on the back. ”Maybe once I get enough favor from my dad, he’ll let me take you guys to the underworld for a visit!” @RoyalBeeMage

Jenny sheathed her other dagger and held out her other hand to Roy for a handshake, unintentionally ignoring the fact that an argument was going on. ”Nice to meet you too, Roy!” @Weaver of Lights

Grow an extra hand, probably. WWYDIYF a miniature oil painting set in your pocket?

Jenny sheathed one of her daggers and held out her hand for a handshake. ”Nice to meet you, Edgar!” @RoyalBeeMage

“You’re welcome!” She spoke sincerely, thrilled that someone was thanking her. People usually didn’t do that when she tried to help. ”Oh, I’m Jenny by the way. I think one of you already knows that. What are your names?” If she was going to have friends, she should probably know what to call them. @RoyalBeeMage

“Oh.” Weren’t you supposed to say something comforting when people died? ”I’m sorry for your loss.” She brightened. ”You’ll probably get to see her again, though! Assuming none of you are extremely evil. I might even see her first!” She laughed. @RoyalBeeMage

Jenny frowned when her remaining ash went flying. She then grabbed her dagger off of the table and pulled out its twin, standing up too. She mostly just wanted an excuse to wield them. ”Who’s Kylee?” @RoyalBeeMage @Weaver of Lights

Jenny set her dagger down and tried to scoop up the remaining ash into a pile. ”Animals can be fun. Some can be cute. Others might want to kill you. Some are both. Those are extra fun! I’m not supposed to reanimate the dangerous ones, though.” Jenny cocked her head, this time to the opposite side. Her bones cracked even louder. Odd that the guy called him a traitor when he had been very nice to her. ”What did he do?”

“I can’t really animate anything much larger than a squirrel. I tried reanimating a cat once and it… did not go well. And people don’t really want me practicing on their dead pets.” She shrugged. ”I have no idea why. They’re dead, it’s not like they need their bodies anymore!” She absentmindedly twirled her dagger, nearly slicing herself as it fell over.

“Today I used it to find a dead bird. It was all busted up from crashing into the ground, I think. Really messed up its wing. I like practicing my necromancy, so I reanimated it.” She sat back, proud. ”There’s quite a few not-dead birds and squirrels running around the forest because of me. They all have beautiful black eyes. You should say hi if you see one!”