#celaya

[migajadepam]

:. DOBLECERO Horno y Parrilla, Celaya, Guanajuato, México .:

[theliteralbear]

The Tree House : Javier Senosiain : Celaya, Guanajuato, Mexico : 2012

[toyastales]

Amazing Architecture Part 2

The Tree House in Celaya, Guanajuato, Mexico by Javier Senosiain

https://toyastales.blogspot.com/2024/07/the-yellow-tree-house-in-celaya.html

[eivorx]

@celayawitcher Notes: sorry he's just a little guy with angry tiddies and a job from nik

The Kossith could never understand the nuances of every place. They attempted; they'd sat, they'd waited. They'd watched. It'd all been part of their reasoning. Wrong place, right time, whatever it was. Eivor could see the witcher, the metal around her throat, her shoulders, what she would become. He didn't know about her past, had little to know about what she'd done, but did it matter?

"Are you always this fucking useless in times like these? You couldn't save the person you went below Eterna for, left them to die." She'd nearly died herself, if he remembered correctly. The dragon's eyes held no kindness, no empathy – "A witcher deserves to rot in this place more than anyone, I think."

[jaimeblancarte]

@jaimeblancarte Celaya, Gto. 2025

[veseniya-tqd]

who: @celayawitcher where: by courier, then in Ankhuria when: Arriving to Celaya roughly a week after The Living Prison notes: letter as your starter, but if you want me to do more and set the scene just let me know and I'll do so.

Celaya,

By the time this letter reaches you, someone will have told you of all that passed at Amon-Sûl. Life has given you many reasons to question news so lifting as the dead of a god. I would not believe it if I did not witness it. It is true. Like all things, it comes with a price.

I would like you to meet me in Ankhuria. Please see the marked spot on the map enclosed. It is critical you come within a fortnight. Please come armed. If I am not there when you arrive, please wait. I will come when I regain lucidity. If your instincts alert you that something is wrong when we find one another, you must trust them. You must act on them. If I never come, speak to any member of the Legion. They will confirm what you already suspect this far into this letter.

If you are able, please bring with you a sleeping potion and a sharpened blade. The blade alone will do.

If the Weave wills, I will see you soon.

Veseniya

[akanisxingrid]

Who: @celayawitcher Where: Kossith Vessel

How could she have allowed this to happen, it was meant to be simple her and Celaya were to go to Aventia to help it regain some kind of normalcy, help with relations with the Kossith. Well it hadn't gone to plan that was for sure. They had been stalked through the backstreets, ambushed with collars being thrusted on their neck before they could even react.

They were now in the belly of the ship amongst so many others who had been taken. Despair, dread lingered in the air, infecting in the minds as time passed. Ingrid had been trying to convince herself that she was strong enough to proceed since Akanis' death, that her damaged soul was enough to withstand. But she knew she wasn't alone she had her squire, her friend right beside her. As if being beside her would repel what was to come, as if they could protect each other. Ingrid would give her life for Celaya. If she had been told a year ago that she would do such for a witcher she wouldn't have believed it. But here she was a changed woman... she just didn't know if it was for the better.

As Celaya stirred awake beside her she allowed her friend to get her bearing "Slowly now." there was every reason to over react and freak out but it wasn't like it would get them anywhere so she advised caution. "We are on a ship to gods know where." who know how long they would be in the ship for or how long they had already been sailing.

[freydis-freydat]

who: @celayawitcher where: the hold on the Kossith ship when: early in captivity notes: let me know if this works or if you want changes

Celaya had not struck Freydis as a woman of many words during their journey back to the spine. This had not landed upon Freydis in a way that made her perceive the Witcher as unfriendly, but rather more driven and determined. It was unfortunate that Freydis knew so many ghosted away from the streets of Eterna and subjugated by the cold, metallic weight of the a’dam. She monitored Celaya from the corner of her eye, and though the woman had not demonstrated obvious signs of extreme distress, Freydis was almost certain she also had not seen the woman utter a single syllable to another. Cooperation would be a significant factor if there was to be any hope, and cooperation would be born of community. When she had taken a seat beside the woman and allowed a few beats to pass, she looked at the other warrior. “I don’t suppose your antimagic has any impact on these a’dam, do they?” she asked quietly.