Yet feet that wandering have gone turn at last to home afar
Hello there! I'm Iona. (capital i, not lowercase L). she/her. Circus freak and scientist. D&D and Tolkien focused. Every day I turn a little more into an elf.
Essek knitting and gardening is so important to his character actually because the majority of his life and character buildup before the Nein friendship-bombed him was spent in solitude working solely on his studies and political standing. He doesn't need all that anymore, not all of it. He can make time for knitting Caleb a new scarf while still studying the mysteries of dunamancy.
robbie going on the first ever 4sd and dropping that he got "romantic vibes around the table" and then refusing to elaborate is still one of the funniest things he's ever done. yas king, drop a bomb and then walk away, yasss
(for the purposes of this poll, there is no monkey's paw situation: the chore you pick stays the same level of difficulty/grossness/etc. as it normally is for you, and you only have to do it as often as you want to. the chores you don't pick are magically done for you exactly the way you'd want them to be, just with zero effort on your part.)
reminder to worldbuilders: don't get caught up in things that aren't important to the story you're writing, like plot and characters! instead, try to focus on what readers actually care about: detailed plate tectonics
i still won't draw him consistently but at least we've branched from the rbf
i got excited about matt talking about him in regards to the m9 show and took a break 2 doodle him today :]
[ID: A digital illustration of Orym and Dorian Storm from Critical Role. Dorian is carrying Orym, who has his arms over Dorian's shoulders and his legs around Dorian's waist. They're kissing and behind them is a colourful background with hearts and sparkles. Orym is also drawn with a long thin tail with a fluffy end. End description.]
I just like to think about Caleb, in the future, living in a little townhouse in Rexentrum. Full of arcane trinkets, and spell components and the jacket Beau forgot when she came round for dinner. Walls plastered with Jester and Luc’s drawings, cat beds everywhere, traditional heavy Zemnian blankets from Astrid and spiralling crochet throws clearly from Xhorhas and cushions Kingsley found amusing in various markets on a squidgy leather sofa and mismatched armchairs. An extension into the garden with a little classroom in it, papers never quite contained to a study full of books and a coat rack in the hallway that’s constantly in use. A hundred different teas in the cupboard and recipes scribbled in different hands on the backs of all different stained pages. The little garden with planters of veg and pots of herbs and a sun-bleached wooden bench and forget-me-nots growing along the fence. A spare room that’s never vacant long enough to gather dust. Marks in the floor from Fjord repeatedly forgetting he wasn’t on a ship and the vase Yasha is always refilling. Thank you cards and gifts from students - carved cat figurines and mugs and silly little jokes. A feather of Kiri’s on a beaded chain she made. Books and books and books, bought by himself and others on every topic under the sun.
A house where he can finally be surrounded by and reminded of all the lives Caleb touched.