#oops late

[pink-link-lemonade]

I forgot to post this,,

Happy belated Mother’s Day from Vasco and his mama :)

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[givemeyams]

Inktober 2023 Day 11: Wander

Last Bot Standing redraw

[solar-throne]

"Woah! You really kicked butt out there Ji-Young!"

"Thank you, Ma-Ri, but it was really close." She could feel her cheeks flush at the praise.

"Of course it was, everybody probably sent their hard hitters." Cecil finally glanced away from the recording of the match he had been reviewing. "You won, its perfectly fine to celebrate. Go on, boast and little, have a drink."

"Yeah, you should be proud."

[emilysidhe]

[canalstreetbaker]

Prompt #13: Groceries

The Glittering City of Ul’dah

Some time after the Fall of Ala Mhigo, but before the Seventh Umbral Calamity

“But I went last week!  It’s not my turn to go to market!”

Ortulf was in a rare mood.  The boy had grown increasingly agitated about his chores about the bakery and the disposition thereof.  While headstrong youths were part and parcel of the monastery experience in Del’s childhood, this was not the monastery where the youths would be bid to stand in a ready stance for six to eight hours until the aggressive energy had been channeled to more productive purposes.  

How to deal with this turn of events in the Ul’dahn manner still eluded Del, as he had worked out his own aggressions making poor loaves of bread that he would later core and turn into soup bowls.  He wished to alleviate Ortulf’s anxieties using the same methods, but it wasn’t yet the season for soup.  Other considerations would have to be made.

“And you’ll go again this week,” Del replied with a hint of rising emotion in his own voice.  “One day you, too, will have this bakery and it is the whims of the market that dictate if we are fed or if we starve.”

“I don’t want to!  I have other things I need to do. Today!”  

“That being attending the market and ensuring we stay open tomorrow!”  

This was not the consideration that Del anticipated, but the boy simply would not obey.  Ortulf and his headstrong nature had finally begun to crack Del’s legendary patience.  

“Why can’t you do i-”

“Ortulf!  The matter is settled.  You will go to market.  Now.”

The look on Ortulf’s face - the sheer anger and stubbornness of a boy denied, a boy who thought life was so unfair - it was as alien to Del as a Monetarist with a charity streak.  “Fine!”  The door slammed as Ortulf stomped out, the bell clattering in his wake.  

Del heaved a sigh.  It was fortunate that there was rarely an audience to witness such difficulty between the two, and today was no exception.  As Ortulf grew from a boy into a man they were destined to be at odds over something; better this than experimenting with somnus or trying to summon Rhalgr to smite his enemies.  

Del had experienced more than enough of that, thank you.

Just so, Del resolved to work through his frustration with a regimen of meditation and some exercises at Hamon’s burgeoning establishment where he taught the Ul’dahn version of the Hand of Destruction.  No salvation was found there, only coin.  

Before that resolution could occur, Del had an establishment to run.

Several bells had passed without Ortulf’s return, though Del had pushed the thought to the back of his mind.  The usual afternoon rush was larger than normal this time around, the eating area now packed with Ul’dahn life who chatted amongst themselves about the day’s events.

Orill of the Five Blows was mentioned more often than Del would like, though he wasn’t sure why until he heard the bell over the door ring once more and a hush fell over the assemblage.  

“Da, I’m back,” Ortulf said, and Del felt a wave of relief.  

“It is high time you returned,” the baker said as he turned from the ever-present oven.  “As you can see we have a busy afternoon ahead of--”

Oh, bother.

Ortulf was dressed in a smart practice smock.  He wore sandals instead of his feet bare.  He had a shield.  A sword!  

Oh no no no.

Ortulf wore a conical metal skullcap much like a Gladiator would wear.

“I said I had other things to do today,” Ortulf said - with no small amount of smugness in his voice.

Del took a moment to find his center. He could not get angry.  He would not get angry.  He would be the Aspect of Salvation.  

“I just wanted the market price of walnuts,” he finally said.  “Now what do you think you are doing?!”  It was clear that the aging baker could indeed get angry, and did so with aplomb.

As voices rose in the heat of emotion, Del was reminded of the ageless tenet but could not stop the torrent of words nor anger he felt at Ortulf’s impertenece.

The Aspect of Destruction and the Aspect of Salvation are the same aspect.  This, too, is important.

[uptheantares]

Day 26: Seal

[chaoticpete]

Please a part 2 to wildest dreams? 🥺

Not me finally going into my inbox lol

As for a part two 👀👀 I can’t deny nor say if one is coming yet 😉