Lost Lake Autumn
Every Autumn in the hills around Mount Hood the vine maple (acer circinatum) always put on a colorful show. They will turn a beautiful yellow color in the darker forest floors but will turn a beautiful red in the higher elevations where they get more sunlight. These are growing in one of the most beautiful locations in Oregon, Lost Lake.
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first spoken lines meme
oh hell yes thank u @solipsism-lemonade for the tag this one is GREAT
lost lake folks, what’s the first thing you say in the story?? (chronological order rather than character importance order)
helena
“Who are you?”
nothing
“I’m no one,” he says honestly.
sanea
“Are you cursed too?”
oisin
“We are dead,” someone else says — the child Oisin next to Jorda.
jorda
Jorda holds the toddler a bit tighter and says, low and worried, “He’s coming.”
zuuz
“Hello, Nothing,” it purrs, the same voice as the sound that terrified the others, and oh, stars, that sound was this thing laughing.
cohr
“What time is it?” Cohr says as clearly as they can.
nadia
“Kosha. Glad to see you’re awake.” She sits in Mama’s spot, next to Cohr instead of at the head of the table. “Sleep well?”
mairee
“Twenty acres is still a significant amount of land to affect with any magic.”
yenica
Cohr flips the book shut with their foot and tries to go back to their own, but quick footsteps outside their nook make them groan to themself and look up in time to see Crown Princess Yenica Thalia Maryan Nadiyevna Rindaryena all but skid to a halt in the doorway of Cohr’s reading spot. “Mother’s looking for you.”
ilam
Let the light of the moon guide your way. You have suffered. You are suffering. Please, just a little further.
charter
“’S all right. Did Your Highness get lost, or did you mean to be over here in this wing, sir?”
poetry
“Oh.” There’s a small clatter of something — Poetry must have been working on something with her hands. “Can you…”
garsea
“Who, me or the baby?” Garsea teases in his deep accent.
ondine
“Who’re you?” The girl who just arrived is even younger — barely into adolescence, perhaps — and she’s looking at Cohr with suspicion.
bazin
“Come in.” A woman sitting at the bedside in the dim room stands when Cohr enters, and she curtsies. “Your Highness. Poetry told us to expect you.”
bel
They’ve just landed on a fairly promising passage about spells that take effect over time when the boy in the bed stirs — and rolls over, eyes open. “You’re not my mum.”
larue
“One, two, three, two, two, three, Masha, keep your head up, two three. One, two, three, two, two, three, Igor, arms arrondi, two, three.”
zarza
She stops, fury in every tense line of her body. “I knew it.”
elvander
“Laughlin,” he says, and the guard stands bolt upright. [...] “Tell Holland I need the cage. And have Captain Varden assemble a team. We leave in fifteen minutes.”
cillian
His thoughts float around ineffable, and Cillian ties them down into words: “It’s the prince who has to believe it. So it’s the prince I should play to. What is the demon to the prince?”
the united god
The light and shadow curl around each other, a ball of black and white that rises, and a voice, a double timbre of a musical snarl, says, “Thank you.”
tagging @bladeverbena (whatever alejandro says first i know it’s gonna make me want to shoot him), @gwynbleiddyn (if you’re around, bc the poetry of your dialogue makes me wanna cry), @figmentera, and anyone else who wants to steal it and show off what their characters say first!
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