ChickenBonanza

snip of an elder piece melikes. ignore tenses; it is an artifact untainted by editing

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It had sunk deep into the mire. The tree it sat against, long dead, had been slowly shorn in half. Dragged down by the dark stone ruin embedded within. A once vertical, larger than man threshold become an almost-burrow. Dregs of the world dug their way in to die.

Not these dregs. Not the Artau who stood above, reminiscing, arms crossed and hand-to-chin—nor the Whisper Wastes, whose face pressed close to the dark within, eyes peering with enlightened vision inside that place. Her hair dipped into mud and wet dirt. Artau made note of this.

With scoff and scowl, she tied wild hair behind her head, confessing a lack of knowledge to what lay further in, in her Wildlands way. A moment of consideration passed. Artau repeats, slowly, her words, verbatim. As if they took time to parse. He’s mocking her, as he has a hundred times before.

The Kai Lady flings mud.

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if you know, you’re an old