Systole
First Post
Daylily chuckes, then slings his giant hammer over his shoulder. "When the bad spirits whisper to you for silly thing like purple house and yellow metals, you did not think that was being strange?" He snorts, not really expecting an answer. "You was having meat and furs enough for every person. But spirits tell you to wanting yellow metal, and so you catch-release, so birds was tasty meal for us, and wolf is soon being nice hats."
He wanders off after Quioan, leaving the whole sordid, civilized mess behind him. "If the bad spirit come to me and whisper for house and yellow metal and cloths and..." he pauses and shudders, "and soap, I think I am know better than to listening to them. A much stupid man is the hunter, I think."
He turns back to Relic and Kazanto. "Uyah! Elder Storyteller, Snake Daughter! Time for ale and frog licks, eh?" he says, holding up his small cage full of morose toad.
He wanders off after Quioan, leaving the whole sordid, civilized mess behind him. "If the bad spirit come to me and whisper for house and yellow metal and cloths and..." he pauses and shudders, "and soap, I think I am know better than to listening to them. A much stupid man is the hunter, I think."
He turns back to Relic and Kazanto. "Uyah! Elder Storyteller, Snake Daughter! Time for ale and frog licks, eh?" he says, holding up his small cage full of morose toad.