Oddly, no one had thought to bother a lone child on a journey. The barely 4ft child had roamed freely for the past two days, having had plenty of money to buy sandwiches and sweets. She had experience of sleeping outside too so, that hadn’t been an issue whatsoever.
Today, she’d chosen to explore these beautiful, sunny lands that decorated the outskirts of what appeared to be a village, or maybe a kingdom of sorts. Either way, too many people in one place for her fancy, so she had lingered around here for now. Eating apples.
She’d happily been walking through a small grassy trail, before her eyes fell upon a man relaxing under a tree.
The small voice is enough to bring the wandering knight out of his half-nap. “— Mm?”
He’s clad shoulder to toe in metallic, blue-white armor. Clean, well-kept, ornate and not a single detail out of place. Except perhaps the helm, which currently rests under his arm. It’s sculpted like a dragon’s head, the visor left shut.
The scar-faced man, however, blinks his equally ice-blue eyes open in curiosity. “Hm? Oh, uh, well hello.” And he gains a bit of a grin. “Can I help you?”
He casts a quick glance to the surroundings, searching for parents. Finding none, his confusion only grows as he turns his attention back on the girl. “Are you lost?”
Eliezer Yudkowsky (via rampias)
Being a “product of their times” is no excuse. Never let someone off the hook for bigotry.
could a planeswalker spark theoretically be ignited by an orgasm like a really really really good orgasm
considering it can come through a strong wave of emotion or epiphany
I believe so
so a little birdie told me that a certain former planeswalker may or may not be in the market for a remedy for his unfortunate condition…
[[help I can’t stop laughing]]
Sakura leads in through the building’s back-door, and it’s quickly revealed that this wasn’t a home; but some sort of restaurant, judging by the sounds of chatty beings, the clatter of dishes, and the scent of different foods being cooked simultaneously.
They enter through a storage-area, where Sakura takes a quick turn to a small open-closet area. There, she goes about shifting her paws into human feet, and tucking them into socks and dress-shoes. “This’s the tavern, by the way. Real friendly folk, for the most part. The vegan menu’s fantastic too, Bing’s a good cook.”
She stands back up, tapping her toes against the floor once to ensure the shoes are fitting properly. “Ready to set out? We’ll be getting some odd looks, but you just get used to that.”
While Sakura was busy tending to her toes, the Prince wanted to catch a peek down the hallway for any sign of people, another room, or the source of the variety of smells. His attention was half on what the other prince was saying, but it was fleeting until it was made aware to him it was time to move. He backed out of the closet to allow his companion to lead, but felt the need to ask,”Why would we be odd to look at? We both look like regular people,” he pointed out when following along down the storage facility.
On a regular basis, the Prince would get odd looks be it because of whatever attire he chose to wore that day or that he looked like a clean, noble child without the company of an adult. Of course, he was never deterred by it, there were more important things to pay attention to than how others perceived him.
Glancing down the hallway brings very interesting sights to say the least. There’s the glimpse of a walking white-furred, cat-being with blond hair that’s exclaiming something angrily at a sleepy-looking Satyr in what looks to be some large working-kitchen. And further down the hall, it opens up to the view of a tavern’s dining restaurant.
Beings of all kinds mill about, from wolf-people to devils to arachnid-beings, and among others that are more difficult to discern. It’s busy, loud, but for all the oddities in a single place, they seem to be going along well enough.
Sakura opens the door to the out, and gives the Prince a half-smile tinted in hesitance. “Well …”
"Humans are the dominant species, here. And they haven’t really figured out how to deal with each other yet, much less anything that doesn’t look exactly like them."
"They might judge us weird just for wearing weird clothes. But I think we’ll be okay."