Ask Mitsanar– he was the one who decided to herd a flock of them into a volcano, after lying about wanting my help making armor for ONE of them.
On a related note, would you like some roast swan? We basted the lot with lemon, tarragon, and sesame seeds and it’s served with mushrooms over asparagus. It came out rather well, all things considered*.
*having them cleaned and then roasted after the initial singe and obviously removed form the forge floor.
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I should like some, yes.
Did you have to roast them /all/, though? Rude. They did nothing to you.
You’re right, it was rude of me. It’s possible they could have been escorted back the way they came with great effort, but who knows how Mitsanar got them down here in the first place.
The swans were almost entirely blameless in this situation. But they were very tasty, and fed many people.
Ask Mitsanar– he was the one who decided to herd a flock of them into a volcano, after lying about wanting my help making armor for ONE of them.
On a related note, would you like some roast swan? We basted the lot with lemon, tarragon, and sesame seeds and it’s served with mushrooms over asparagus. It came out rather well, all things considered*.
*having them cleaned and then roasted after the initial singe and obviously removed form the forge floor.
It was a fine day for swimming near the shores, listening to the songs of Elves and their laughter as they shared in the fish they’d caught for their meals. He watched and listened as they partied and celebrated, always staying just shy of their sight.
//PFFFFFT I LOVE IT A LOT. though I have no idea how he will discover this talent given he refuses to dance most of the time because he knows he sucks.
Cousin! I can’t help but notice that you’re looking especially mobile and land-adjacent this evening!
–No need to cause a panic, I’m only passing through on some business; entirely harmless trade offers from Eregion, you understand.
It is… a rare and wonderful occasion to be this close to the sea. I find the local festivities entirely charming. All these lanterns… your scales catch the light of them beautifully. Don’t you think this would be a perfect opportunity for us to celebrate our age-old, peculiarly bellicose friendship? It’s been too long since we last did anything pleasant and spontaneous together.
*extends a hand* Would you dance with me, Ošošai? I’ve been practicing.
“…Once again, Lindethiel, YOU WORK FOR ME. By far your most useful asset lies is the fact that as an elf, you remain uncorrupted, and are doing me favors of your own free will. I need you to stay that way. I like you that way.
It is baffling to me that you would ASK for… you know what? Fine.
It’s a table.
Its function is that of a table.
Its curse is that people will see this table, and know it is yours, and they will pass judgement on you accordingly.
Also its accompanying set of chairs are disastrously uncomfortable. THIS TOO SHALL BE YOUR CURSE. As I’m starting to suspect that you are mine…”
Ossë it’s so beautiful everything is perfect and wonderful look at it look at the perfect wonderful patterns they keep going forever and ever and ever and ever I mean you can’t look at something like this and not be happy and filled with awe Ossë come look at it come be awe-filled with me Ossë why is the world so fantastic I love everything
Always be moist. Drink a water. Many sips. Put face in salt not so much? If too much oil, make less. Not enough oils, put on some. Best fish is smuth fish.
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