entering the home biome with rynlan leaves it shaping itself into something familiar to him: they're standing by a small pond in a forest, peaceful and calm, with birdsong and the occasional screech of some unfamiliar sort of animal providing background noise.
rynlan doesn't say anything, at first. he's just standing at the edge of the pond, leaning heavily on his makeshift cane as he silently takes in the view.]
w5 monday
entering the home biome with rynlan leaves it shaping itself into something familiar to him: they're standing by a small pond in a forest, peaceful and calm, with birdsong and the occasional screech of some unfamiliar sort of animal providing background noise.
rynlan doesn't say anything, at first. he's just standing at the edge of the pond, leaning heavily on his makeshift cane as he silently takes in the view.]
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... This is nice.
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[he sounds faintly wistful, maybe, as he settles in on the bank of the pond.]
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[He joins him by the pond, glancing down at pond to catch his reflection.]
It looks peaceful. Is it always like this?
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