Hey, That Non-Umbra Member Of The Parasol Society Is With An Umbra Woman
I don’t think it’s been confirmed but it looks like she might be in a relationship with an umbra which is pretty much confirming being part of the Parasol society is very personal to her and she’s a very supportive wife/girlfriend. I wonder if we will ever get her name.
Here's a new, short @raisondetrecomic piece that briefly touches on Sachiko during her young adult years - A LOT of changes have happened in her life within the past year or so*. That’s been messing with her quite a bit! But a random comment from Miko makes her re-evaluate herself (helps that she’s got her shadowy partner around, too)
*For the curious - the Read More has a list (and reference points) for most of the things that have happened to Sachiko, both good and bad.
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1. Became Hunter-Captain of the Favreau-Tokyo Clanhouse (Rin having retired upon Sachiko’s promotion, too)...So good and bad, in its own way
2. The Incident (hinted on this page) and recovering from the physical trauma (emotional...gets complicated without spoiling)
3. Got married! But the ordeal was a little sudden (Rin was trying to make things better)
4. First attempt at having a kid...didn’t go so well
5. Second attempt, which has been going very (cautiously) well! (and we know the result)
6. Oh, and a spoilerrific event between Sachiko and Allié.
This is actually based off an old tumblr post someone made an article out of earlier this year. As a person with an honours degree in biology, it really fascinated me, and since the dwarven women on Titan also have beards, it made me wonder if anyone outside of their culture even knew why. It prompted this little short at any rate.
Some minor warnings for implied nudity and implied wlw shipping by another character
Elowyn nervously cast about as she finished stripping down and stepping into the frigid water of the underground lake. Meredith snorted from where she had already ducked her head under and was pushing her unbraided hair out of her eyes,
“Ye gettin’ in or what?” she called gruffly. The Woodling shot her friend a sharp look as she finally waded into to pool,
“I’m just making absolutely sure we’re not being watched.” she sniped, “The last thing I want is a repeat of what happened earlier.” Meredith bit back a chuckle as she reached for the washcloth she had left on the shore of the rockpool,
“I did ask Enezeage to keep them away this time.” she pointed out, “Not much is getting past that mountain o’ muscle.” Elowyn grumbled, shivering as she waded further into the water to better wash off the grime of their latest fight,
“You do realise that they’re not much taller than I am right?”
“D’ye really think that’s gonna make a difference? I’m only, what, six, seven inches taller than you?”
“More like nine, Merri.” Elowyn huffed, briefly ducking her head under the water and gasping as she came back up from the shock of how much colder the water was here. The dwarf shrugged and tossed another washcloth in the rogue’s direction,
“My point is, ‘Zeage is much more perceptive than ye’re givin’ him credit for. Also, given how much they seem to respect ye, I very much doubt the Kobolds’ll even give sneakin’ up on us a first thought never mind a second.” Elowyn sighed as she finally relented,
“I suppose so.” she conceded, “It still never hurts to be vigilant.”
“Aye, I’ll give ye that.” Meredith nodded, “But that’s what we’ve got the lads for. Now relax an’ enjoy this will ye? We dinna get to do this as often as I’d like.” Elowyn rolled her eyes a bit as the Dwarven Cleric leaned against the rocky side of the pool with a contented sigh. The Woodling cocked her head thoughtfully,
“You sure you’re done with the soap?” she asked, watching as Meredith began lazily rebraiding her hair. The Cleric paused briefly and stared at her friend with a somewhat confused expression,
“Aye.” she replied slowly, clearly unsure where the conversation was heading. Elowyn shrugged as she grabbed the bar with the washcloth and began vigorously lathering it into her hair,
“I just figured that with how fastidious dwarves seem to be about their hygiene generally, that it just occurred to me that I’ve never seen you wash your beard aside from when we first arrived in Fangthane.” she pointed out. “I don’t know, it just seems a bit strange.” she added as Meredith frowned in confusion.
“Now why would I do a thing as silly as that?” she asked, “The only reason it got washed when we first got here at all was because o’ the state it was in after bein’ half burnt off.” Elowyn blinked owlishly, pausing in scrubbing at her head,
“You mean you don’t wash it on a regular basis?” she asked, “Doesn’t it get, I don’t know… itchy under there?” Now it was Meredith’s turn to look utterly confused,
“Well… no.” she replied, “At least no’ after it’s started growin’ in properly at any rate. For the most part, once ye’ve got yer beard proper it just kinda… looks after itself.” Elowyn hummed briefly, tapping her chin thoughtfully,
“It just seems a bit strange is all. I mean, I’ve heard about the guys on the Watch that have beards moaning about them occasionally and wondered why I hadn’t heard similar complaints from you the whole time we’ve been travelling.” Meredith frowned some more and looked at her beard as she stroked her hand down some of the braids she had kept it in,
“Ours must just grow differently then.” she mused, “I just ken that to be entirely shorn is basically a death sentence to a dwarf.” Elowyn snorted,
“Because of the whole’ honour’ thing?” she asked, snorting slightly. Meredith sent her friend a slightly offended look,
“That’s only because it actually is more or less a death sentence, hen.” she said, her voice low. “I mean, ye’ve never wondered why ye’ve never seen a shorn adult Dwarf despite Dwarf Shaving bein’ somethin’ o’ a pastime for Orcs?” Elowyn slowly shook her head, wondering where Merdith was going with this. The Cleric heaved a sigh, “I suppose that was a silly question.” she groused before shaking her head and carrying on, “Those Dwarves that have been shorn and then returned to their families end up dyin’ no’ long after because o’ severe Lung Fever or other diseases o’ that nature.” she explained. “Somethin’ aboot no’ havin’ their beard any more makes them incredibly susceptible to lung infections and diseases. It’s the same thing for those poor sods who, for whatever reason, canna grow their beards in properly.” Elowyn’s eyes widened in horror,
“I… had no idea.” she mumbled, “So that was why…” Meredith nodded gravely, unconsciously running her hand down what had been left of her own beard,
“Aye. I mean, the cultural shame is bad enough, but I’m fair glad I was able to salvage at least this much.” Both women’s heads snapped around as a deep, gruff voice called out and echoed around the cavern,
“I know women tend to take forever to get themselves washed up, but this is ridiculous.” Enezeage’s voice thundered, “I’m giving you both five more minutes, and if you’re not out of there by then, I’m chucking your armour in with you as a clue!” There was a few seconds of silence followed by, “And while I appreciate that the two of you might like some ‘Alone Time’ that can wait until we get back to Fangthane!” Meredith simply rolled her eyes and waded back to the shore,
“Yeah, yeah! Alright ya big galoot, we’re comin’. Dinna get yer knickers in a twist!” Elowyn, meanwhile flushed bright red and blustered for a minute or so before she followed Meredith out of the pool, trying not to look as though she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She decided, then, it was probably best to never have such interesting conversations while bathing again… or perhaps just bathing alone from now on. Yeah that was probably a better idea.
