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What shows/movies are you watching?

Hello Kitty and Friends Supercute Adventures

IDONTEVERWANTITTOSTOPITSSOCUTE.

Also, my daughter and I are hoping My Sweet Piano will have an actual speaking part in one of the future episodes. 🤞🏻

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“No, unfortunately, in my case, all that energy was wasted on other things.”
“What other things?”

“On my friends. I had some very close friends, but as it turned out they weren't the sort you could play baseball or kick-the-can with. In fact, playing with them didn't involve moving at all.”

“Were your friends sick?”

“Just the opposite. They were big and strong as a rock. But since they lived in my head, I could only play with them there…”

It was a melodramatic sort of anger.

"A problem has a rhythm of its own, just like a piece of music," the Professor said. "Once you get the rhythm, you get the sense of the problem as a whole, and you can see where the traps might be waiting."

Among the many things that made the Professor an excellent teacher was the fact that he wasn't afraid to say "we don't know." For the Professor, there was no shame in admitting you didn't have the answer, it was a necessary step toward the truth. It was as important to teach us about the unknown or the unknowable as it was to teach us what had already been safely proven.

— Yōko Ogawa, The Housekeeper and the Professor

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P A R T O N E

T H E air was at a standstill, and the whole area froze. A great silence gently pulled the scene, like a curtain dropping on a stage or a cover being closed on a book. Everything was dark, until a cloth slipped from her head, and she was made aware that she had been kneeling.

“Go in peace,” a voice with the same gentle nature spoke to her. As she turned her head to look at the person who was speaking to her, she saw he was wearing some sort of black outfit. It flowed according to the darkness that had just blinded her. The cloth that had been on her head, was fastened like another garment around his neck. It was rich in color and embroidery with a shimmering red and gold.

“Go where?” She asked automatically. Her eyes gazed not at the man who spoke, but down the stole around his neck. Brilliant gold threads dangled at the end of the fabric. Something about the craftsmanship seemed terrifying, and a sense of dread fell over her. “I don’t remember what I was doing.”

“Do you remember who you are?” His voice was stern and kind. The sternness carried a heavy darkness, and the kindness carried a joy she wanted to remember forever. And, the answer he was looking for weighed more than the world.

“I… don’t know,” she confessed.

“Do you remember who I am?” His voice continued with the same presence of compassion and concern.

Slowly, she looked up at the man’s face. He had long facial hair and glowing blue eyes. She wanted to say, “Yes,” but she knew the answer was a lie, and something was telling her to tell the truth.

“I don’t know.”

She wanted to say, “No,” but something told her to not negate him. The reason was slipping further and further away from her as she stared at the man’s face. He seemed familiar with the long beard and compassionate eyes.

“I promised your parents I would be with you when you woke up.” One hand stroked his beard. The gesture reminded her of something, like a silly jingle that made her want to laugh. However, as she looked passed the man and around the room they were standing, she felt embarrassed by the tune and quickly withdrew.

“Where are we?” She asked. The place was filled with tarnished and burnt paintings on white walls. The roof was falling apart. There was some smell she could not quite make out. It was apparent that once upon a time, the place had been finely decorated and used for something lavish.

“Your body.” The man said without wavering. His eyes kept steady on the girl. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. She had completely forgotten she had a body.

“My body?” Her eyes looked down at her hands. Several seconds passed in silence as she tried to understand what he was saying. There was a disconnect from what he said and what she understood. Part of her wanted to brush off what he was saying and be done with all of this. The other part of her wanted to stay and try to understand.

“Yes, this is your body. Now, arise. Your journey is about to begin.” He held out his hand as to help her from her knees. She took the gesture with hesitation and turned to the back of the place. There were large unkept wooden doors. One was falling off. “I can go no further than this place.”

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Avalia

_{T I M E : One Week After Human Arrival
L O C A T I O N : Seaside Park, Port10
I N T E R A C T I O N S : @JJ Doe, @Conscripts , @Lava Alckon
T A G S : @JJ Doe , @Conscripts , @Lava Alckon
E Q U I P M E N T :}

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The sunlight sparkled through surrounding trees’ leaves, offering some hope through the park tree lining. Several plants glistened and glowed in their beauty, but the tragedy was still echoing throughout the day.

They had made it to Riverport just that morning. Rowan thought a change in scenery was necessary. The open air and sea would be soothing, and moving away from Riverbloom, although not far away, was probably safer in case the enemy returned.

“Sister, it shall be alright,” Rowan assured Aurora. He had many thoughts about the subject. Perhaps, if they had trained harder and been more alert. Perhaps, if they had travelled an alternate road. Perhaps, if they had stayed in the town. Rowan battled these thoughts and more.

Alas, his mind rested in Zara’s farewell dessert. It was such gestures as these, like a stroke of luck — a feather black pen on silk paper, that his dear sister’s wisdom made its elegance known. And yet, to see her mourn.

Words failed him.

Without request or much thought, Aurora could not keep her eyes dry. There was a dark shadow that clouded where Zara’s brilliant light once shown. The sound of her voice was a dead echo, invisible to even the wind. How could something so precious be lost so easily?

“I can still smell her blood.” The words fell from her lips and trembled all the same. Even in the new city, days away from Zara’s murder, the smell of her corpse haunted the air.

“She shall be missed,” Rowan assured Aurora. If to keep his own morale from breaking as he selflessly cared for his sister, he coldly mourned how easy Zara was in comparison to their new human counterpart.

“But all is not lost,” he quickly added, concealing as much hesitation as he could from his younger sister. He looked towards Barrock. The gentle giant’s appearance had come at the perfect time. Having assistance with his distraught sister and the human Vasco was something only good fortune could have brought him. Although, it pained him to think this way, one way or another as he tried not to reminisce on how much more compliant Zara had been.

Vasco looked like some house pet had dragged him out of an unknown shabby hiding spot. Worse than his appearance when he first arrived in Avalia. Aurora had insisted on a public bathhouse visit for them, first thing. And yet, as Rowan resized up the human for the hundredth time, Vasco seemed to have remastered the ragged look of someone who had been screwing around all night.

“Friend,” Rowan spoke to Barrock. “You watched Vasco all last night as promised?” The elf felt a pain of guilt asking this of the ogre. There was no reason to assume a lack of trust, and in all, he had to admit at sometime, that he had slipped emotionally.

His sister could have very well been taken along with Zara. Of course, he no doubt was thankful she had been spared. And yet, she thought nothing of herself. It was not as if they could infinitely summon new humans for their bidding, like disposable pawns, and yet, to know his sister’s limits was driving a sharp pain inside of him. On one hand, he wished she had stayed behind; on the other, her insight was ultimately a demand.

Rowan’s hand patted his sister’s back, the best he could. She was sitting by a tree, just as she had been when the Dark Elf had taken them by surprise. Why she did this to herself, he could not fathom. If anything he could understand, the light she might have seen of Zara had also vanished from his own sister’s blind eyes.

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@The Elvenqueen, thank you for sharing. It’s tragic and painful and beautiful, the love of a mother for her offspring, being taken from her. 😭