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Challenge #04525-L141: Treacherous Terrain

You're never too old to learn. And despite their ages, even ancient legends make mistakes. These two get quite the tongue lashing about watching where they're going as, in a moment of distraction, they nearly walk into an area where rock slides are being deliberately triggered to stabilize the hillside. They almost got buried. -- Lessons

Even though he looked like a Gnome, Bibrid was still a Dragon, and retained the compulsion to collect bright, shiny objects. That was what started it, and could well have finished them. Wraithvine missed catching Bibrid's collar, and unthinkingly raced to catch him.

It could have gone very badly for them, if it hadn't been for some benevolent intervention.

The vines trapped their feet first, then lifted them wholesale off the slope. They also wrapped around both Wraithvine and Bibrid's mouths. It was the gentleness in which they did so that made Wraithvine relax in their grip. If their captor meant them harm, then this trap would be doing a lot more damage.

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Wednesday, Rant Due and Cyclone Headaches

The good news is, I don't have a bubbling blind spot this morning. The bad news is that my painkillers are taking their sweet damn time to kick into gear.

I just flicked Clockwork Souls off to PS Literary, and B'Nar is in the reserve pile. The agent I was looking at is taking a sabattical. I have to look up someone else to take Adapting and Beauties.

Finding a third set of potential representatives is my task of the week, now

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Challenge #04524-L140: Kharmic Realignment

You look so sad, why do you laugh?

"Because as much as they hurt me, they needed me far more than I needed them."

What happened?

"I walked away, and while I did not hurt them, exactly, I also refused to let them hurt me anymore."

And then?

"They hurt themselves instead. I do not laugh because I am happy of it. But rather, because I refuse to let them make me cry anymore." -- Anon Guest

Officially homeless, Ihagrah carried her

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Tuesday, Patreon and Shopping Expedition

I had PLNs to go shopping today. And then I noticed a blind spot creeping into my field of vision. Whoopsy doopsy, I have a stress headache creeping up on me, so I added some painkillers to my morning doses.

The good news is: the blind spot is easing away.

The bad news: I still have a cyclone migrane centred in my left eye socket.

So I'm working on my offerings until the painkillers finish driving my head owies away. Which I'm

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Challenge #04523-L139: Works Like a Charm

They were selling tail hairs from unicorns and small pieces of horn. Small skeins of elf hair, and the shells of dragon eggs. Where did they get these? From bushes where hairs naturally were lost to shedding, places where pieces could be found where horns were scraped due to sharpening. From brushes after a being brushed their hair and threw the loose hairs from the brushes into leavings, and the shells were gathered, politely of course, by asking to clean the nest

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Monday, Backup Reads and Minor Victories

I now have a new cord for my cane that should last a decent while. It will contain my folded cane, though it is a bit too loose. Something easily fixed by an improvised woggle bead.

[Shown here: A folded cane bound up with its own carry-cord, which is a two-tone braided cord with a large carabiner attached. There is a striped bulldog clip with its handles removed keeping the cord tight and the cane folded.]

I dunno what else to call

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Challenge #04522-L138: Confounded Language

Their language was so foreign, that even the basics were almost completely unintelligible. But the offers of aid and kindness, well that language is universal. -- Anon Guest

"Vada trues!" called the blurry figure lifting up debris. The light made Liis blink, but the words made him wonder if the live feed translator app was broken. Liis was too exhausted, too hurt, and too sick to try messing with his interface.

On the other hand, it might be a concussion. Liis decided

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Sunday, Unfucking Continueth

I have made some discoveries today. The yarn needle I thought I had was conspicuous by its absence. So I have to go get one, somewhere, before I finish my new cane cord.

My mistake there.

And my main email program has soft-locked me out of using it, so I have to remain on the back-up Google email until it's all unfucked.

Sigh.

I'm still in process of attempting to unfuck the program that's supposed to do subtitles for me so I

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Challenge #04521-L137: Here to Help

Inspired by the SES - State Emerrgency Services... Galactic Emergency Services, or Alliance Emergency Services?

Humans gonna Human. -- InterNutter

Arn woke up in freefall, bumping gently against what had once been a wall decoration. It, too, was far from where it belonged. She recovered enough wits to look around. Good news? Bad news? Deal-with-it-later news?

Okay. Good news, the passive air ciculation and lighting was working. Glow-in-the-dark patches, strips, and spots gave shape to the otherwise pitch-dark bridge. The air circulation

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Saturday, Parkrun, Birthdays, and Continuing Nonsense

I'm still adjusting technology, and getting used to things, so there's no current timetable for my popular flash fiction reads on PeerTube.

The link for that is currently right at the bottom of my links menu. When I learn how to move those around again, it will be above my YouTube link over there.

I am a terrible Parental, in that I completely forgot about Chaos' birthday, yesterday. Made it up with some Steam gift cards, and there's a dinner at Outback

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Challenge #04520-L136: Itinerant Sustenance Salesperson

Food Vans, Pie Carts and the dulcet tones of the ice cream seller. No matter where you are and what species you belong too., the urge for a quick or not so quick meal is universal. -- She Who Knits.

The concept of portable food is as old as gather-hunting. It's the concept of pre-prepared portable food that is, perhaps, one of the keystones of civilisation. The technology may differ, but the idea of someone else doing the cooking has appeal. Appeal

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Friday, Bread baking and Catio cleaning

We're doing bread shaping experiments today. I need to sort out the catio, today. One of those is dependant on Mayhem being conscious. The other is waiting on my own impetus.

Inertia is my copilot.

Today, I also plan on learning ANOTHER editing program to make subtitles. May it not also need jiggery-pokery to do text boxes and the other things.

Here's my last method to make subtitles:

  1. Dial up the subtitle part of the Titles menu
  2. Copy in enough text to
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Challenge #04519-L135: Sing Your Woes

They thought human companion animals were mostly quiet. Then the new human security officer brought in their pet husky! -- Anon Guest

[AN: I have not met nor do I know any huskies, but I gather they have a highly justified reputation for supreme drama. Or opera, which is pretty much the same thing.]

The first impression of Human Fulk's pet, Bobbie, was Holy Powers, that's a flakking wolf! And there were very many Galactics who made the same conclusion. Thus, Human

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Challenge #04518-L134: Heroic Motivation

They're at an Inn in the lands of Whitekeep, but do not sleep. When asked why, the human merely states that sleep scares them to death. Ever since evil pretending to be heroes, stole their brother's life. -- Anon Guest

[AN: Whitekeep's just one region in all of Alfarell. For most of the history, it was a quiet little Earldom that nobody cared about]

Bors was a man of rituals and superstition. If there was a day that he failed to don

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