6th flight [ accidental audio; tibetan | text ]

[lastingbloom]

[ There's the telltale sound of a shock coming from the communicator. ]

Nng--

How bothersome.

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[ Text ]What am I expected to contriubute to all this discussion at such a time? It seems many are ill, some gravely so and there is little I can do to help as I am

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[of_wild_clay]

Halters? That is an odd name for clothing...are they warm?

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[lastingbloom]

It is. I don't...think they would be warm but I have not seen one before so I cannot be certain.

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[of_wild_clay]

More oddities from this time then. Considering the strange manner of dress I saw while looking for spare cloth...it could be anything.

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[lastingbloom]

I admit I have not ventured out too much.

Did you find anything?

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[of_wild_clay]

Yes, I found some remnants for a cape, sash and a warmer tunic. I am no tailor but...it works for now.

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[lastingbloom]

That's good then. You have enjoyed the snow?

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[of_wild_clay]

I have actually, everything is oddly peaceful. It reminds me of when I lived amongst the woods.

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[lastingbloom]

The snow is like a blanket I think. It covers those fractures and cracks that this world is so full of.

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[of_wild_clay]

A bandage that will not heal anything, however. Once it returns to water the city will die once again...

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[lastingbloom]

Snow rarely heals anything that I know of. But still, here, it offers respite.

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[of_wild_clay]

So it may not heal any wounds that can be seen, but only felt?

I understand its spell a bit more.