Garfunk says:
R- Rise and shine sleepyhead… did… did you sleep well..?
Ragingwerewolfdude says:
How was the first real bed in a while?
Morning. You were out cold. Hadn’t slept that well in like – forever. Still sore though, but at least the bed didn’t make you more sore for once.
barfu says:
Bruh, just take a deep breath and reflect on the past few days. This may be your first time being alone and safe since the beginning of your pilgrimage. How are we holding up?
Well, you do remember the nice stew you had last night. Now you’ve woken up in a bed, that’s dry and warm, looking at all these colors in the room. With all things considered…
…You can’t help but feel a little enraged.
I mean, let’s just unpack this: People were living like this the entire time!? Simple people, just enjoying the luxuries of warlords?
And there is a feeling that you should be humble and appreciative– especially after the absolute gauntlet it took to get here. And you are. You’re just beginning to feel like your entire life was all a stunted lie. And you only managed to escape it thanks to the courage of a random drunkard.
And that stupid note. Why would the lightkeeper write nonsense and expect you to read it?
SquealingZebFanboy says:
Seems Zeb got up before you, maybe you should see if you can find him. Might be prudent to start with the tray on the floor – is that a note?
Fastenjaw says:
Oh that looks like breakfast on the floor! And there seems to be a note on the tray. But where is Zeb? Read the note and see if he is still home. Take the tray with you if yes. No reason to eat alone.
… Another one?
Even the paper here tastes better…
Look, you’re not really a morning person. Let’s just look through the other stuff Zeb left you.
At least this one has pictures on it.
Ha.
We draw palmheads better, but not bad.
Echinator says:
Sunrise must be pretty, take a look?
A neuron says:
Check the windows, what do you see outside?
Shotgun Nurse says:
Sunrise looks nice, appreciate it.
Fine…
Poking your head outside, you are greeted with a rather pleasant warmth from the Siltrian sun. A nice ocean breeze tickles your fur, and you pick up the rising aroma of bread and coffee as well. The streets are lively and bustling with the ticking of crank engines and the ringing of passing ships in the distant harbor.
Your frown weakens.
Viksen says:
Glass, locate your pants, before you go anywhere outside.
Halflite says:
It’s a new day. Time to put some pants on.
Right.
Your pants are towards the nightstand beside the bed. Huh, you don’t remember his cranky turny windy thingy being on the floor…
As you start to slip on your pants, you suddenly hear the door click and open.
“Oh… I– um s-sorry Glass. I-I didn’t meant to intrude!”
You tell him it’s fine, you just need a second to get your tail in through the loop, though your words are heavily muffled by the fruit in your mouth.
“Uh– Okay Glass, I-I’ll let you talk to your t-tail… I’m g-gonna wait out…”
“My my, Zeb. I didn’t know you were straight!”
“JANKO!”
Zeb sighs, “Glass, this is Janko, my cousin. My cousin, this is Glass.”
Glass is slowly going insane over the amount of notes she cant read lol
Where the hell did Zeb get the feather for his hat?
Ur sxy
Huh, I wonder how their genetics work, then
They’re pretty clear earlier that the season (and thus the mother’s nutrition) has a pretty big impact on their development.
Man im loving this just binged the story
I literally did a spit take on that sword on his hip. Didn’t notice that the first read.
I like how Glass went a little insane and cracked for a moment, taking it out on the paper. This after contemplating her life and how utterly ridiculous her previous situations were to get here.
oh he STRAIGHT up went and said it.
An old face in the light of day once more, how delightful