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Millet, spilling the tea:

DILIGENT HALFLING FIGHTER FROM AN UNCHARTABLE ISLAND WHO IS SECRETLY ENAMORED BY EMBROIDERY


“Complete ye tasks any fasta’ or any betta’ and I’d be forced to assume you’s ain’t a Halfling- but a sorceress aiming to inevitably black mail me.” Dunbar said while gleefully patting Quin’s back.

Quin, gently bows in appreciation.
“Thank you sir, your compliments are much too kind. Will that be all?”

“No, I wish to drown ye ears in unsolicited advice for a minute.”

Quin looks up troubled, he was under the impression he could do no better so what could there possibly be to give advice on?

“Wipe ya face of that alarm, you misunderstand.”

Quin uncomfortably stands straight, prompting Dunbar to continue what he has to say.

“You are a diligent fighter, you play your role here in the Hunters Guild well. But, uh- can’t help but notice people avoid ye, lookin’ at ya as too much a goody goody.-”

Quin unintentionally cuts Dunbar off.

“I’m alright with that sir, my duties come first. I care not for a popularity contest.”

“I wasn’t finished ya bum, I told ye I had advice not a statement. I’d never tell ye to work less hard, but perhaps ye need not….” Dunbar stumbles on his thoughts.

“need not?....” Quin implores

“Need not dress to impress. Ye a hunter, find something comfy and practical. The boys I’m sure can appreciate your hard work. But by Gods you dress like you should be on the royal court. It’s an unnecessary effort my friend and it sends off the worng message.”

Quin looks down in shame. Eyes darting left to right.

“Sorry sir, but this is how my people dress and I find preserving my Islander culture, is a personal duty of mine.”

Dunbar’s head kinked to the side.

“Lad, it just looks like fancy embroidery on any ol’ tunic to me. No one would guess this is foreign atti-“

Once again, Quin cuts Dunbar off- immediately irritating him.

“IT ISNT JUST ANY OL’ TUNIC. It’s made of felted equine hair, and the punctures of the embroidery hold much better on this material compared to other laise’ scraps!”

Immediately after finishing, Quin’s face shot of embarrassment, and a tinge of anxiety began to escalate in his chest as he took in Dunbar’s furrowed brows and half pursed lips.

“A small unheard of island is known for it’s horses and clothing made from?” Dunbar asks skeptically and condescendingly.

It is true Quin came from an island allegedly cut off from the rest of the world. Quin had traveled desperate to find new land, and while he was indeed successful, he had completely lost his way and has no idea how to return home. The lie however, was that his home island had anything to do with fine garments.

On the contrary, they although mentally civil had lacked any intellectual integrity of the cloth. Presently, the only thing that helps Quin not break down into depression of his home is the exquisite beauty of these foreign lands embroidery.

If he looks like he is dressing to impress a noble rather than a damned gaggle of brutes than so be it; perfect even! For it is those of nobility who have the most access to fine clothes and detailed embroidery, laced with real gold.

Getting the chance to catch their eye, work they way up the ranks and have access to finer materials and patterns they’d surely help the memories of home sting far less.

But…deep in Quin’s heart he does not realize that apart of his fascination comes from a secret desire…for his lover back home to someday wear the fantastical white and gold embroidered dresses of these lands. How beautiful she would wear them…finer than this lands Queen. Any hint of these thoughts, triggers moisture to pent up in Quin’s eye. So he shakes his head, grounds his feet and accepts that without progress- it’s just a fantasy.

"Earth to friggin' Quin" Dunbar draws him back to reality.

"Sorry, sir." Quin awkwardly bows down and takes leave- unintentionally leaving Dunbar skeptical of Quins honesty and priorities.

Millet, spilling the tea:

Extra love for that City Rack stuff

Millet, spilling the tea:

Will submit my example tomorrow incase anyone is confused

Millet, spilling the tea:

Holy shit tho that update, a bone infection? That sounds excruciating. Bone pain is unlike any other kind of pain I'm so sorry

Millet, spilling the tea:

Yeah it was egregious and terrifying. I was more scared of the actual infection than the surgery. It had gone on for so long without my knowledge it just wasn't good, man. But I pulled through and make jokes about "feeling wormy" lol

Millet, spilling the tea:

TBH Surgery was the best sleep I ever got.

I had a parasite infection that started to spread to my liver. Idk if you ever seen those creepy YouTube videos of people having tons of spaghetti like worms removed from them but that was me and I was terrified. I unknowingly ate contaminated meat. After all said and done it wasnt that bad. Everyone is different though.

Millet, spilling the tea:

Granted Rally, your breakout instantly clears up, but whatever magic cleared it up cleared up your whole face with it! Scary lookin'.

I wish I could have a break from all this rain pouring down!

Millet, spilling the tea:

Ah ok, sorry bout that!

Millet, spilling the tea:

what is causing your pain :o ?
Definetly agree, you need a good soak and maybe some menthol-ish epsom salts (My favorite anyway)

I'm also in a lot of pain, we actually have had heavy rain every day for 12 days now. Two of those days were flash floods and flooded our basement.
Causes really bad joint pain/Fibromyalgia flare ups. I feel ...like I'm..."blocky". Like I need to be greased. My poor outdoor plants are suffering too. /besides that/ things are fine.

Millet, spilling the tea:

Ill post my example in a day or two. Obviously cant pick myself to win but I do enjoy participating.

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Millet, spilling the tea:

Got my very first "Spotlight" post in the Starry Corridor today!

Millet, spilling the tea:

@Nalightful: I love it! Futuristic

Millet, spilling the tea:

@Saeyra: oooooh I like that one too. It'd help aleviate my lazy problem as there would naturally be more time!

@Shark:
@Vengeance:
^Both of you: oooh. I've totally fantasized trolling people as a ghost/invisible. Just innocent things that people have heart attacks over like opening the door /for/ them. Haha.

@Nyuu: I'd have to come track you down to cure my narcolepsy! :P