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In the early 1800s a man named Little Jon lived in this so called earth cabin (swe. ‘backstuga’) located in southern Småland, Sweden. An earthen cabin is built partially buried in the ground, in this case there’s three walls of stone and one wall made of wood. In Sweden earthen cabins was common in the forests from the 1600s until the late 1800s. Link

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kavekanaai‌:

“Yeah, a flight. Dragon-back.” Kai waves her hand dismissively. “The details aren’t important. It was a pretty ordinary situation, anyway. I travel a lot for work. But not to anywhere named Eora,” she admits. “You’re right, I’ve never heard of the Living Lands.”

She weighs up the pros and cons of asking her next question carefully, and decides to forge ahead: “What exactly do you mean by, a bit of a mess?”

Tsuya whistles, impressed. “ Not much ordinary about traveling by dragon-back. Where I come from, dragons are none too friendly.” And for good reason, she muses, thinking of the poor creature still locked within the Watershaper’s Guild.

At Kai’s question, she laughs uncomfortably. She’s not too good with words, certainly not a storyteller. Tsuya figures it couldn’t hurt to tell Kai some things, but it’s hard to find a place to start. “Well... I’m sure you’ve got gods, where you come from. Mine - My gods, they’re pompous and self-serving. And one of them didn’t like that too much. Wanted to give some power back to mortals. Only he wanted to do it by destroying the foundations of our world, our ways of living.”

She sighs, clenches her fists. “I tried to stop him. I failed. Things should be fine there, for a while. But if we don’t find a way to fix his... Mess, it’ll be the end of all of us.”

She clears her throat, realizing she’s said more than she really meant to. “Sorry about that. Guess it’s been weighing on me more than I thought.”

#kai01

kavekanaai‌:

Work to blend in a little. Oh, how Kai can sympathise. “I’m Kai,” she says, calculating her handshake pressure to convey a more casual-friendly attitude than the usual professional-friendly and professional-frigid settings. She’s out of practice. Neither people in Kavekana or Agdel Lex-Alikand shake hands meeting on the street; it’s nods or twitchy smiles or called ‘heya!’s, depending on time and place.

“You were out at sea? I was on the flight home. I went to sleep and woke up in my room here.” A flick of her hand toward the Palilicium. “Where did you come from, exactly? I haven’t met anyone yet who’s from the same area as me.” Not that she’s holding out hope Tsuya is suddenly going to admit Kathic origins or something considering her unusual ear-shape, but it never hurts to ask.

“Nice to meet you, Kai,” says Tsuya. Kai’s handshake may be practiced and self conscious, but the same could be said of Tsuya. She hadn’t had need or reason for a firm handshake until, gods, she was well into adulthood when she left her clan. Readcerans were a bit traditional about greetings, along with everything else, so she’s had practice at least.

“A flight, huh...” Tsuya mumbles as she drops her hand. She isn’t sure what that’s referring to, but if she analyzed every unfamiliar piece of information they’d be here all day, most likely. To Kai, she says, “Well, generally speaking I’m from a place called Eora. The Living Lands, more specifically. Can’t imagine those ring any bells for you. Probably for the best - Eora’s a bit of a mess.” And it’s about to get messier, she thinks. She tries not to think of what her absence might mean for those she’s left behind - they’re perfectly capable, surely. Surely.

#kai01

tidecast‌:

Jaina nods, a sympathetic wince flashing over her face. “As far as I’m aware, everyone here that isn’t one of the speaking animals, like the bears back there,” a tip of her head back towards the vendor, who waves back with a huge paw, “are… non-native, and from a variety of worlds.”

Phone slipped back in her pocket, she idly draws circles on the side of the cup she holds, remembering the haze of confusion that’d been over her then, the smothered panic to find her magic gone, anger drowned under powerlessness. It seems distant now, though she’s sure it’ll hit her again tomorrow or the day after, and then she will be angry again instead of detached as she feels now. But Tsuya seems calm if wary, the latter of which is only reasonable, and polite enough to boot.

“It’s nice to meet you, Tsuya. You seem to be taking things rather well, really. I woke up in that tree about three weeks ago myself, and I was a mess for a third of that.” This smile is much less nice, though clearly not directed at Tsuya. “Still not happy about it, to be honest, so I’ll agree on the circumstances.”

“I’ve been trying to find answers, but it’s been slow-going. Still, if there’s anything else I can help you with…?”

Tsuya laughs, self conscious. She really was taking this in stride, wasn’t she? “I have some experience waking up in strange places with little memory of how I got there.”

“Still, that’s something, isn’t it? To have gathered all these people... Makes you wonder what we’re here for.” She frowns. Even when she’d been in the realms of gods they’d let her keep her abilities - let her have a fighting chance. So what’s the point of taking them now? She hadn’t even heard a whisper from a restless spirit, can tell if she reached out to Jaina’s soul she’d have nothing to show for it. And isn’t that what she’d wanted all along?

Shaking her head, she focuses again on Jaina. Those are thoughts for another time, surely. “If you find out anything about who’s doing this, I’d love to hear about it. Might do some more exploring, myself.” Remembering her manners, she says, “Thanks for taking some time to explain things for me. I appreciate it.”

#jaina01

@forsakenbygodsandmen

Tsuya almost passes her by, used to seeing shades and phantoms. Or she was, but not anymore, and the realization that she hasn’t actually seen a ghost in about a week gives her pause, makes her turn around.

The woman is feeding ducks and pigeons along the bank of a river, a rare sight in Crises. She’s tall, Tsuya can tell from a distance. She’s pale, unnaturally so, like she glows with some inner light. Maybe not a ghost. Maybe a godlike?

Tsuya knows, not from personal experience as much as hearsay, that moon godlikes would be more striking, maybe. Have smoke around them, or some other thing marking them as Ondra’s. But surely Giacolo had other subjects? She clutching at straws now. Wouldn’t it be too lucky, to have another Eoran here?

She decides to take a chance. Tsuya approaches the maybe-godlike maybe-elven woman carefully, but not so much that she couldn’t be heard coming. She says, “Er, hey. You look familiar. Not, uh, that I think we’ve met, but. Gods, sorry, this is a weird question. Are you from Eora?”

#ysayle01

bewitchingz

Dolce & Gabbana Spring/Summer, 1992

#fashion

botanyshitposts

i arrive at the gay bar in full butch getup and i look like super hot like trust me and i start buying chocolate milk for the femmes at the bar…..between my striking good looks and my generosity concerning tasteful dairy products i have impressed them greatly and after an hour of chatting I make my move. i reach into my pocket and remove a large, gorgeous lichen affixed to a piece of bark from its protective herbarium packet that I have concealed in my pants pocket. “it’s a symbiotic relationship between a fungus and an algae,” i begin,

kavekanaai‌:

“It is shocking,” Kai agrees. “I’ve only been here a few days myself, but I don’t think I’ll get used to it anytime soon.” Her stuff. Either the woman didn’t notice she’s carrying a knife, or she’s too polite - or cagey - to ask about it. It’s not as if Kai intends to use the knife as a weapon, far from it, but everyone else she’s encountered so far has been completely disarmed during their transportation to the Sea. She doesn’t want to be seen as a threat, is all.

She gestures towards the clothing stalls. “Were you here to buy something? I can show you around if you want. The rats don’t have a system that’s organised in the same way humans would organise it, if you know what I mean.”

“Same here. To wake up in some woodland place after being out at sea! Bit of a pain in the ass, really.” She turns back to the clothing stalls at the woman’s gesture. “Oh, I don’t know if humans are all that organized myself. But I’ve noticed that I stick out a bit here, even without my, ah, usual gear. Thought I’d work to blend in a little, you know?”

Tsuya catches herself, then. She offers her hand. “Oh, right. Name’s Tsuya, by the way.”

#kai01

tidecast‌:

It turns out the bears, while useless on matters pertaining to the higher motives and functions of the ark, are extremely chatty when it comes to food and drinks. Jaina wonders if this is some sort of universal constant. She’d pay to see a Pandaren and one of Tranquility’s denizens have a cook-off, certainly.

It’s not what she had in mind when she decided to get some air, but she can’t complain. The bear who runs the drinks stand apparently keeps his own bees, for the honey, and is very thrilled to explain all about it, in a way that is entertaining rather than overwhelming. It’s a near thing if he doesn’t pull out pictures like some sort of proud parent.

He makes very good lemonades, too, cold and sweet. She’s crunching on a sliver of ice when she notices the woman — features unfamiliar, pointed ears, pretty — swallows before she answers the question.

“Hello! It’s rather confusing, isn’t it? You should have a map on your holophone, if you can find the right thing to press.” She sidles up to the elf, pulling her own to demonstrate. She’s getting used to the thing pretty well, for something she’s only had for a couple of weeks. “I’m afraid it isn’t very helpful if you stray too far from the housing buildings, though. Did you wake up in Lampadias? Big tree over that way? We’re neighbors, if so.” She smiles, cordial. “I’m Jaina.”

Tsuya feels as though Jaina is telling a joke she isn’t privy to. “Arrived” could mean anything, couldn’t it? “Well,” she says, “I did wake up in that tree. Is that common of late?”

She reaches into her pocket, pulling out the lightweight metal square she had pocketed on her way out. A holophone, apparently. She had the feeling it was important, but not for what. Guess she was right on the money. She runs her thumb down the side, causing it to come to life. Well, she’ll have to investigate this later.

She looks back toward the woman. Tsuya isn’t thoroughly convinced this isn’t some grand plot or side effect of the debacle at Ukaizo, but that’s no excuse to be impolite to someone who’s been a help. Inclining her head, she says, “I’m Tsuya. Nice to meet you, though I can’t say these are the best circumstances."

#jaina01