If I could be anywhere it would be the great green room in goodnight moon
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took a quick looksies at some Cayde dialogue to make sure I was writing him right, here's some interesting bits
I'm tempted to make this lil bit part of my character canon since my newest Warlock, Oasis, kept some kind of journal when she was with the exoscience.
I swear I've mentioned this before but I didn't see anything when scanning thru my blog, but this blurb really helps. reaffirm that I wrote Rin's pre-life right. she's technically a reef born but barely acts like it
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HOLY SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT
it is the first day of november and so, today, someone will die.
even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is all the colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. i watch the ever-changing patterns in the sand as its pummeled by countless hooves.
they run the horses on the beach, a pale road between the black water and the chalk cliffs. it is never safe, but it is never so dangerous as today, race day.
this time of year, i live and breathe the beach. my cheeks feel raw with the wind throwing sand against them, my thighs sting from the friction of the saddle, and my arms ache from holding up two thousand pounds of horse. i have forgotten what it is like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like and what my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted across yards of sand.
i am so, so alive.
as i head down the cliffs with my father, a race official stops us. he says, “sean kendrick, you are ten years old. you haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interesting ways to die than on this beach.”
my father takes the official’s upper arm as if the man were a restless horse. they have a brief exchange about age restrictions during the race. my father wins.
on the way down to the water, we are jostled and pushed by men and by horses. a gray uisce stallion rears up, its rider jerked at the end of a lead. i slide beneath it and find myself facing the sea, surrounded on all sides by the capaill uisce—the water horses.
they are every color of the pebbles on the beach—blue, black, red, gold, gray, brown. riders hang bridles with ribbons and flowers to lessen the danger of the dark november sea, but i wouldn’t trust a handful of petals to save my life. last year, a horse trailing red tassels and daises tore a man’s arm half from his body.
they are beautiful and deadly, loving us and hating us.
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i don’t often think of my father strung out amongst the frothing surf. instead, i think of him as he was before the race: afraid.
i won’t make the same mistake.
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So back in the day in 7th grade our English teacher had the Gifted Kids in his class make read The Outsiders and then he wanted us to make a short movie based on it and all four of us (there were only four in our grade in the program) has to contribute. I was big into making AMVs at the time so I knew basic video editing and in an effort to not make a fool of myself I front of the other three who were all in the popular crowd I volunteered to edit it. Anyway I never heard of any plans to make this fucker until I came into class one day to see it being played and my name in the credits. I got an A for work I didn’t do because the other kids didn’t like me enough to work with me. I wasn’t even upset i was excluded that’s the easiest A I’ve ever gotten
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I seriously fucked up reading dune before seeing dune 2 .. dune 2 was a good movie but it was so different from the book that my dad and I came out of the theater like What Did they Do To Our Boy...
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