#southern flying squirrel

[sippihippie]

#flying squirrel #babies #animals #nature #sippihippie #so cute #animal lover #rescue #yakko wakko and dot #nuture #personal #fall #fall aesthetic #halloween #nature aesthetic #naturecore #bottle #southern flying squirrel #goat milk #their eyes are still closed #squirrel #snow white

[antiqueanimals]

Grzimek's Animal Life Encyclopedia, vol. 11, Mammals II. 1972.

1.) Fraser's scaly-tailed squirrel (Anomalurus fraseri)

2.) Lang's small flying squirrel (Idiurus langi)

3.) Southern flying squirrel (Glaucomys volans)

4.) Siberian flying squirrel (Pteromys volans)

5.) Formosan giant flying squirrel (Petaurista grandis)

#rodents #fraser's scaly-tailed squirrel #lang's small flying squirrel #southern flying squirrel #siberian flying squirrel #formosan giant flying squirrel

[goalhofer]

Welcome to Cleveland, Dusten Knight.

#Sports #Baseball #MLB #Cleveland Guardians #Tampa Bay Rays #Baltimore Orioles #MiLB #Pensacola Blue Wahoos #Sacramento River Cats #Southern Maryland Stone Crabs #Oklahoma #Richmond Flying Squirrels #Awesome

[spookyfoxdreamer]

#this southern flying squirrel Was born Ón July 1st ¹999adRabbit Year

[venerablemonk27]

Now that spring is here, we're starting to see some changes in the local bird population. New faces are starting show up, and even the year-round species are out singing and generally being visible. There's territory to claim and potential mates to attract, after all. But while many species are just arriving or passing through, one that's dear to me is just about ready to depart.

[ID: A male Dark-eyed Junco stands in the newly-revealed grass and dead leaves. Juncos are small birds, about the size of a sparrow. This one is the slate-colored variety, with a dark grey head and upper body, contrasting with bright white underparts. He's facing the camera and looking slightly to the left. His eye is dark brown, nearly black, and his triangular bill is pale pink. End ID]

The Dark-eyed Juncos are strictly winter residents of southern Wisconsin, preferring to nest in Canada, the Northeast US, and parts of Appalachia. This past weekend, I could tell they had migration on their minds.

[ID: Another male Dark-eyed Junco, standing among dead twigs and sunflower seed shells. This one is darker grey in the head and breast, with lighter grey on the wings and a bit of rust color on the back. End ID]

For most of winter it's fairly common to see a solitary Junco or pairs or small groups picking through the snow under the birdfeeders in our backyard. But now they're forming a flock of at least 30 birds, foraging together and singing their loose trilling song. It's as if they know they have a long flight ahead, and every moment of daylight must be spent filling the tank and gathering their compatriots.

[ID: A male Dark-eyed Junco forages in the twigs and leaves for scattered birdseed. Juncos scrape at the ground with both feet simultaneously in a little hop, then inspect the freshly-exposed ground for tasty morsels. This one is mid-scrape, with debris flying around it. End ID]

So I decided to sit on the deck with my camera for a while to bid the Juncos farewell until next winter. I've been scattering seed back there every so often, and the other birds aren't exactly neat or careful when digging through the feeder above. As such, the Juncos have lots to choose from while poking around between the squirrels and the Mourning Doves. Once I sat down, they didn't seem to mind me at all.

[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco inspects the ground for bits of seed. The females are distinguished from the males by their paler grey upper parts, sometimes with more brown and tan shades mixed with the grey. End ID]

Though, the birds did seem to mind when my kid joined me on the deck, brandishing his bright green snow shovel. They scattered to the trees or the fence and stayed there until I convinced him to put the shovel away in favor of coating the deck boards in a thick layer of sidewalk chalk.

[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco sits on a wooden fence, waiting patiently for the danger posed by a nearby four-year-old to pass. The wind is catching the white feathers on her left hip and flipping them up like the flounce of a skirt. End ID]

As the sun sank lower in the sky, I figured I better get dinner started. I spent another minute or two listening to the evening birdsong before capping my lens and helping to knock the chalk dust off my kid's coat and pants. This sudden activity caused the Juncos to scatter once again. Have a safe trip little ones. I'll see you when the snow flies.

[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco stands in the dirt, looking at the camera with head cocked to one side, as though she's wondering what this person finds so interesting about her. End ID]

#bird #birding #birds #photography #bird photography #close encounter #birdblr #birdlife #birdwatching #original photography #original photography on tumblr #dark eyed junco #migration #spring

[delta-pavonis]

more doctor/curator pleeeaaaase? xo @hardly-an-escape

Far be it from me to deny anyone of more of these two sweet little whores... (I really really like them and will be back to their unhinged shenanigans after the Bang). More under the cut in the middle because NSFW.

Hob is shocked they make it past the entryway after the door to his flat closes behind them. 

But, let's be clear, the only reason they do is because Dream sees the tapestry that hangs in the library that opens to the left of the foyer.

The room has no windows, bookshelves from floor to high ceilings on all vertical surfaces except for the rectangle of glass that encases the textile art in a climate-controlled space. 

“My God, Hob,” Dream is walking towards it like he is being pulled in by a tractor beam on some spaceship, floating and not of his own volition. “Is this real?”

He comes up behind Dream and wraps his arms around the curator. “Aye,” he rests his chin on a black-clad shoulder, “family heirloom, late 14th century. The story is that one of my ancestors learned tapestry weaving in Paris and brought it back to Kent, taught her children, and their children. Gadling-made work supposedly hung in most castles in southern Britain by the mid-15th century. But this one was kept by the family. Why this particular tapestry over others is lost to time.”

A giant white horse rears up across the silken surface, narrowly avoiding the wolves that attack and weave around its legs. In the forest other beasts watch: owls, foxes, deer, squirrels, songbirds. It is very clearly not a unicorn, which is fascinating because it loses the religious symbolism typical of the period. The sun is setting in the background, making the leaves glow with a burnished copper color. 

“It is exquisite,” Dream whispers, leaning back into Hob. “And explains your preference for the Middle Ages.”

“Got it in one,” Hob chuckles. He pushes his hands up the front of Dream's shirt, presses his palms to the flat of his abdomen and digs his fingertips into the trail of dark hair that runs down the center.

Dream sways into it, going pliant in Hob's embrace. “So what's your desired order of operations, doctor? Far be it from me to choose a schedule that might endanger the lives of others by leaving you short on sleep.” He grabs one of Hob's hands and slides it down into his pants, where his cock is sticky and half-hard already. “Also, I think I have a Christmas present I might request of you.” He presses his arse into Hob's groin with a rolling motion, arching his back and moaning obscenely loud when Hob's fingers find the frenum piercing.

Fucking hell this man is such a perfect whore.

“Oh?” Hob murmurs, far more focused on cataloging every little sound and twitch that different tugs and twists of the piercing bring about. Dream is rock hard again within seconds, practically writhing against him, yet he is also the one stringing sentences together.

“Oh yes,” he rocks forward into Hob's hand then back into his crotch. “I want to ride your face until I come with your tongue buried in my arse, then turn around and ride your cock until I come again.”

Hob shivers and groans and uses his free hand to open Dream's fly so he has the space to fondle his bollocks. “You want that before or after I put on my leathers and ride you?” 

Dream cries out again, a generous spurt of precum ending up on Hob's hand when he tugs and twists the piercing; apparently a touch of pain isn't bad for this little dove. “Oh, after. Then I'll be on your face longer, waiting for my dick to get back into the game.”

“Mmm, then you'll be riding me even longer after that, just like you want, you insatiable slut.” Hob sucks on the side of his neck, digs his teeth in to bring a bruise to bloom. Dream moans and bucks with the hardest presses of teeth. “Like some pain with your pleasure, dove?”

“Only in small doses.” His long arms swing up and behind Hob's head, tugging his mouth back to his neck. “You?”

Hob gets distracted by expanding the hickey so it flows down to the top of Dream's shoulder. “Not my jam, but I am more than happy to do just about anything that turns my partner on.”

Dream laughs, breathless and happy-sounding, “No wonder you get typecast as a service top.”

Frustrated with the obstacle, Hob pulls Dream's shirt off, flings it somewhere to the side, then continues to paint the skin of his shoulder red and purple with his teeth. “And does everyone assume you're the twinky bottom?” He strokes Dream's cock slowly and grinds his own arousal into that pert little arse.

A gasp interrupts Dream's continued laughing as he grinds back, so much harder than before. “I love surprising people. Upending their expectations. Watching them lose their minds as I expertly take them apart, piece by piece.”

“Expertly?” He can't help but ask.

“What do they say, ten thousand hours to master a skill?” Dream sounds like such a smug little shit and Hob is beyond feral about it.

He moves one hand up to play with the hair on Dream’s chest, to tweak a nipple and hear that lovely little gasp again. “And how much practice have you had, sweet thing?”

“You sure you want the honest answer to that?” He can hear Dream's raised eyebrow.

“Go ahead. Shock me.”

“I stopped counting at one hundred seventy nine different partners.” 

Hob freezes, a whine oozing out through his teeth. Bloody fuck. 

“Hob?”

“Yeah, give me a sec. If I don't dissociate for a minute I am gonna come in my pants because Christ that is hot. Also explains a lot. My God, how many of those were multiples at once?”

Dream's laugh this time is a deep, sensuous rumble. “Not as many as you might think. And I’ve only been gang banged once.” He turns in Hob's arms, dislodging Hob's hand from his prick and leaning in to speak against Hob's lips, “But that was a long time ago. Now I am more interested in exploring how many different sensations I can have with one partner.”

“Oh, so you plan on going full fluid bond with me, do you?”

The blush on Dream’s face is a gorgeous, deep rose red. “I…” he looks down and away for only a moment and then holds his chin up high, proud and perfect, “yes.”

#Dreamling #Doctor/Curator AU #from that prompt about fake relationship video calls #sequel to “Placebo Effect” #Pavonis writes

[yoga-onion]

Legends and myths about trees

Forest myths, Estonian traditional beliefs (1)

The Forested country, Estonia

Estonia is one of the most forested countries in the world. Forests cover nearly half of the mainland in Estonia, 30% of which is currently under protection.

Forest is recognised as a recurring theme in Estonian folklore, inspiring storytellers and painters that have produced beautiful landscapes. The largest forests can be found in northeastern and central Estonia, stretching from as far as the north coast to the southern border with pine, birch, spruce and aspen being the most common tree species. Estonian forests are home to a surprising variety of wildlife, often seeing hares, foxes and deer, and rarely even a wolf, lynx, bear or an elk. Rarer still are the European mink, dormouse and flying squirrel, which are unfortunately close to extinction.

In ancient forests and woodlands, the cycle of life left in nature can be observed up closely. Barely marked by any human activity, Järvselja ancient forest in southern Estonia is a home to species of owl and a gracefully aged 360-year-old Kuningamänd pine tree. Poruni hiking trail in northern Estonia winds along the 10-metre banks of Poruni river, where a mix of fallen tree trunks giving life to new and at times rare plant species can be found.

In the harsh northern weather conditions, trees have been the source of livelihood for centuries. While some trees were used for building houses and saunas, some were considered holy and remained untouched.

A sacred grove usually consists of deciduous trees and attracted offerings for gnomes, fairies and other supernatural forces of past times. Kassinurme Fort and sacred grove were established around 2000 years ago, making it one of the oldest remaining sacred places in Estonia. Nearby Rakvere has centuries old sacred oak grove.

Little is known of medieval Estonians' spiritual and religious practices before Christianization. The Chronicle of Henry of Livonia mentions Tharapita as the superior deity of the then inhabitants of Saaremaa (Oeselians). There is some historical evidence about sacred groves, especially groves of oak trees, having served as places of "pagan" worship.

(The Livonian Chronicle of Henry offers a Latin narrative of events in Livonia (roughly corresponding to today's inland Estonia and the northern part of Latvia and surrounding areas) from 1180 to 1227 by a priest named Henry. it is one of the oldest known written document about the history of Estonia and Latvia.)

木にまつわる伝説・神話

森の神話・エストニアの民間伝承 (1)

森の国エストニア

エストニアは世界で最も森林の多い国のひとつである。エストニア本土の半分近くを森林が占めている。そのうちの30％は現在保護下にある。

森はエストニアの民話に繰り返し登場するテーマであり、語り部や画家にインスピレーションを与え、美しい風景画を生み出してきた。最大の森林はエストニア北東部と中央部にあり、北海岸から南部国境まで広がっている。最も一般的な樹種はマツ、カバ、トウヒ、アスペン。エストニアの森には驚くほど多様な野生動物が生息しており、よくノウサギやキツネ、シカを見かけるが、稀にオオカミやオオヤマネコ、クマ、ヘラジカを見かけることさえある。さらに珍しいのはヨーロッパミンク、ヤマネ、ムササビで、残念ながら絶滅の危機に瀕している。

太古の森や森林地帯では、自然の成り行きに任せた生命の循環を間近に観察することができる。人間の活動がほとんど見られないエストニア南部のヤルヴセルヤ古代の森には、フクロウの一種や樹齢360年のクーニンガマント松が優雅に茂る。エストニア北部のポルニ・ハイキングコースは、ポルニ川の10メートルほどの川岸に沿って続いている。ここでは、倒れた木の幹が混在し、新しい、時には珍しい植物種に命を与えているのを見ることができる。

北国の厳しい気象条件の中で、木は何世紀にもわたって生活の糧となってきた。家やサウナを建てるために使われた木もあれば、聖なる木とされ、手つかずのまま残された木もある。

神聖な木立は通常、落葉樹で構成され、ノーム (伝説上の小人) や妖精、その他の過去の時代の超自然的な力のための供物を集めていた。カッシヌルメ要塞と聖なる森は約2000年前に設立され、エストニアに残る最古の聖地のひとつとなっている。近くのラクヴェレには何世紀もの歴史を持つ神聖なオークの木立が広がっている。

キリスト教化以前の中世エストニア人の精神的・宗教的慣習についてはほとんど知られていない。ヘンリーのリヴォニア年代記では、当時のサーレマー住民（オイセル人）の上位神としてタラピタが挙げられている。聖なる木立、特にオークの木立が「異教的」な崇拝の場として機能していたことを示す歴史的証拠もある。

(ヘンリーのリヴォニア年代記とは、1180年から1227年までのリヴォニア (現在のエストニア内陸部とラトビア北部にほぼ相当とその周辺地域) の出来事を、ヘンリーという司祭によってラテン語で記したもの。エストニアとラトビアの歴史について書かれた最古の文献のひとつである。）

#trees #tree myth #tree legend #forest #forested country #estonian mythology #folklore #sacred woodland #sacred tree #pagan worship #sacred oak grove #medieval estonian beliefs #nature #art

[plantparenthood]

southern flying squirrel by plantpup

#lauren #mine

[batwynn]

today i learned flying squirrels are real and not just some made-up cartoon creature. i'm not too well versed about obscure mammals

I genuinely thought they were southern hemisphere and Asian located only, so you can imagine how intense my brain breaking was when I realized what I was looking at on my bird feeder up here in northern Maine at 2am. 😂

#flying squirrel #Maine #nice anon #right though? #like how can that be real

[fatehbaz]

The presence of the southern flying squirrel (Glaucomys volans) was documented in Honduras for the first time after 43 years. The record is from a site of the forest management plan called "Las Lechuzas," municipality of Concordia, department of Olancho. Apart from this newly confirmed location, the species has also been recorded in Zambrano, department of Francisco Morazán in 1935, in Gracias, department of Lempira, and finally in the Department of paradise in 1979. Based on these records, Honduras is considered the southernmost distribution known for this species. [...]

This finding confirmed that there is at least one population of G. volans in the country, at the Las Lechuzas site, which is currently also the southernmost locality known in its global distribution. [...]

Considering the low number of records and the high rate of destruction of pine forests in Honduras, G. volans is a priority for conservation in the country. [...]

Currently, there is no record of G. volans in any protected area of Honduras.

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Headline, images, captions, and text as published by: Pensoft Publishers. “Southern flying squirrel rediscovered in Honduras after 43 years.” Phys dot org. 24 March 2023.

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For context, here is a distribution map of the range of all 3 species of North American flying squirrels. The map’s not perfect, but it demonstrates that the creature is not entirely extinct in Central America, and this is the southernmost known population of flying squirrels on the continent.

#extinction #caribbean

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #WatercolorWednesday, here is a 1727 illustration of a Southern Flying Squirrel (Glaucomys volans):

"This hand-colored drawing of 1727 depicts what is said to be a flying squirrel, which is perched on a branch eating a nut. The squirrel was brought to Paris from New Orleans by a Capuchin priest who, after three days, gave it to the queen. According to the note written in pencil at the top of the illustration, the small animal aroused much curiosity and amusement at the French court, where 'its favorite thing was to jump onto the ladies' necks and hide.' The note explains: 'He would fly from one end of the room to the other, and could not fly further than that. His tail was the most peculiar. I drew this picture of him in 1727.'"

[Library of Congress/World Digital Library]

#squirrel #squirrels #flying squirrel #illustration #works on paper #watercolor #French art #18th century #Library of Congress #World Digital Library #animals in art

[typhlonectes]

Southern Flying Squirrel, Glaucomys volans, Long Branch Nature Center, Arlington, Virginia, USA

photograph by Judy Gallagher | Flickr CC

#flying squirrel #squirrel #nocturnal animals #animals #nature #north america

[bonyfish]

I can't sleep so here are some fun facts about my upbringing

When we were little, my dad trained me to be good at chess and my sister to be good at poker. Sometimes he'd do endgame drills: he would set up a board with just a king and pawn on his side and a king, pawn, and knight or queen on mine, and he would see if I could beat him. I am not remotely good at chess anymore but my sister still has a very impressive poker face.

I don't eat meat anymore but my first clear memory is of sashimi

When I was in high school my dad taught me to do some basic stunt driving, controlled skids and the like. I have mostly forgotten how though.

When I was in my late teens or early twenties, my dad booked my sister and I a half-day pistol training intensive course with a heavily tattooed ex-military guy named Jeremiah who had incongruously stunning eyelashes. We started at maybe 6 in the morning because it was July in Indiana and well over 90 degrees by the time we finished around noon. We learned how to field-strip a Glock 19 and did target practice. By the time we were done, my right hand was so sore that I was a better shot with my left, which is very much not my dominant hand.

Relatedly, if you search my birth name online, I think you can still find a photo of my dad teaching me to shoot at the age of 7.

We didn't really eat together or have formalized meal times, and I didn't quite get the hang of using silverware until college. I could manage a single fork or spoon, but when cutting things I would hold my implements in my fists and clumsily mangle my food. My high school girlfriend taught me to cook.

After I moved out, my mom sent me a book purporting to be a guide on how to live through an EMP attack. It had a whole section on how important the Christian bible would be to rebuilding life after the collapse of society as we know it, including specific passages that may be of use. I called my mom up and asked very tentatively if she had actually read the book before sending it to me, on account of we're Jewish and various flavors of agnostic. She said she skimmed it.

When I was 7 or 8, an animal got trapped in the wall between our kitchen and bathroom, and it would scrabble around in there and make a very alarming scuttling-scraping noise. I found this very frightening, so my mother decided to give the animal a name, like a pet, to make it less scary. (The name was Egbert.) This was a creative solution and might have worked, but we had never had pets, so I had no frame of reference for how I was supposed to feel about that. Egbert later chewed his way out and emerged from a pile of dirty dishes before disappearing under the oven. He was tentatively identified as a southern flying squirrel.

One time in high school some friends tried to drive to my house and got lost for two hours.

#me posts #story time #i like to say i was raised by wolves but “feral libertarians” is also accurate #i am mostly tame now. i can tie my shoes and make muffins and stuff. #my parents didn't care that i am queer but being some sort of nebulous collectivist was truly difficult for them to countenance

[dansnaturepictures]

16th October 2023: Lakeside and home

Flora and fauna pictures taken in this set: 1. Some stunning common toadflax just outside the park on the pavement to the east, a favourite flower of mine in bright clumps currently that I've enjoyed here throughout the year it was nice to have a chance to get photos with my DSLR and macro lens today. 2. A mesmerising Mistle Thrush, one of a few I saw. They're birds I find so sweet to see, they're dashing and powerful. 3. A Lesser Redpoll, one of six I was euphoric to spot in the birches at the east of the southern fenced off area and I saw them flying around a bit, gleeful moments spent in awe of these mini finches. Interestingly like Mistle Thrush was on New Year's Day, Lesser Redpoll was a patch tick for me in March here so it was brilliant to get these into another autumn/winter here birds I love seeing. There were around six Mistle Thrushes I saw all together so these two species were intertwined today. 4. A record shot of a Jay. I was amazed enough as it is to get wonderful views of this one of my favourite birds and crows again here today and get a photo, and it adds yet another great little trend to my phenomenal year of wildlife that I've now photographed all eight British crow species this year. I like my corvids and it's a unique point of this year that like 2019 I had the chance and was able to see them all so to get the pictures is nice. 5. A delightful scene of a bee on purple teasel. 6. A gorgeous Roe Deer I was privileged to watch in the northern fenced off area both from the northern path and the central path between the fenced off areas. It's always magical to see these mammals which I've had a top year for, especially here. Not long after 3pm in the afternoon not when I'm often here it was peaceful which meant it was more bold perhaps. 7. Mallard. 8. Broad-leaved clover. 9. Viper's-bugloss another flower I love. 10. Another key bird today, Carrion Crow.

On a day off today it was fantastic to get out to Lakeside twice a two hour walk around and then about an hour one later, and it amazed me as it always does the differences in the list of things seen to Saturday when I also did a longer walk round here to the lunch time and evening ones, showing that no two days are the same. Great Spotted Woodpecker and Green Woodpecker (I can't have seen both of these and Jay a fellow flamboyant favourite of mine on one day at Lakeside much/ever before, or many places) were other standout birds. I also enjoyed seeing Buzzards again, Kestrel really well near the entrance at the start of the first walk, my first Wren seen for a little bit, Dunnock, Goldfinches, Chaffinch again, Great Tit, Jackdaw, Magpie, House Sparrow, Starling, possibly a Redwing, Great Crested Grebe, Greylag Geese, Moorhen including a growing youngster, Coot as well as Grey Squirrels seen nicely they're around in numbers here lately, Red Admiral and Common Darter. Goldfinches and Collared Doves were joyous birds seen at home today. Knapweed, hedgerow and meadow crane's-bill, common mallow near the common toadflax, white clover, white deadnettle, hogweed, old man's beard, oxeye daisy, chamomile, bramble flower, cleavers, marjoram, dock on the green out the front and in Lakeside, rose hips, hawthorn, firethorn and privet berries and apples were other good plants/fruit seen.

#photography #birdwatching #jay #chaffinch #mistle thrush #lesser redpoll #goldfinch #finch #thrushes #finches #2023 #outdoors #lakeside #lakeside country park #eastleigh #england #uk #earth #nature #monday #monday motivation #hogweed #common toadflax #common mallow #red admiral #common darter #grey squirrel #colourful #colours #europe

[tastesoftamriel]

Hello, I was curious as to what your favorite Summer dishes from around Tamriel are? The types of dishes that are cool in temp/don't require much cooking?

While not every region of Tamriel experiences four seasons, we can all agree that one of the most important things in life is food that you'll still want to eat despite the presence of overbearing sunshine, flying insects, and sweltering heat. These are some dishes from across the continent that might tickle your fancy in the summertime!

Altmer

Chilled gazpacho aside, the Altmer really are the masters of summer dishes thanks to the warm and temperate climate of Summerset. One of my personal favourites, from Vulkhel Guard, is a medley of raw and lightly seared ocean fish and roe on a bed of sticky rice. The fish is delightfully fresh, and is seasoned with yuzu and saltrice sauce, before being topped with a healthy spoonful of salmon roe and shredded nori.

Argonians

It's (the worst part of) summer all year round in Black Marsh, and the food is there to help beat the heat! Chilled egg and crustacean custard sounds weird, it's truly delectable! A savoury egg custard is steamed in small bowls with any type of crustacean meat, or snails. It is then left to cool by leaving the bowls to float in water. The end result is creamy, delicious, and moreish!

Bosmer

Summer dishes in Valenwood are a cause for celebration among the Bosmer, because it means barbecue season! Break out the cold jagga, grab the coals, and bring as much meat as you can! All sorts of meats are great when barbecued, from squirrel and pork to timber mammoth and venison. Meat is always seasoned with rock salt before hitting the grill. Also, don't forget the iconic, squeaky grilled timber mammoth barbecue cheese!

Bretons

There's nothing quite like kicking back on a warm summer's day in High Rock with a light and refreshing cold roast chicken and millet salad, with deep fried dandelions and seasonal mushrooms. This salad, originating from Alcaire, is a great way to use up last night's roast chicken, and is great with a drizzle of Breton balsamic vinegar and a squeeze of lemon juice.

Dunmer

Summer is a wholly foreign concept in Morrowind, but light and refreshing food is always welcome against the volcanic heat. Strips of grilled, spiced guar are pounded til tender, then tossed into a stir fry of bittergreen, hackle-lo, and fried ash yam cubes. It's served with a good drizzle of comberry vinegar, and steamed or fried kwama egg saltrice.

Imperials

Every time I visit my home on the Gold Coast of Cyrodiil, I absolutely have to make my favourite regional dish that's perfect for summer: chicken and eggplant bake. Strips of chicken and eggplant are laid over a mix of scalloped potatoes and fresh tomato slices. They are covered in a bechamel sauce and lots of cheese then baked until golden. The end result is a creamy, tangy bake that's finished with a good drizzle of fresh pesto and West Weald pecorino.

Khajiit

One of my favourite dishes in all of Tamriel is a vermicelli salad from Southern Elsweyr, that can only be described as an explosion of colours, flavours, and textures. Cold vermicelli is tossed together with shredded green papaya in a sauce including ingredients like lime juice, fish sauce, moon sugar, and fresh chilis. It's topped with crispy, deep fried catfish, and crushed toasted nuts.

Nords

Whiterun Hold is home to Skyrim's summeriest of dishes, apple, jazbay grape, and cabbage slaw. It's made from a rich and creamy mayonnaise base, with slices of apples, chopped jazbay grapes, and an abundance of shredded cabbage. It is topped with walnuts and sometimes bacon lardons, and served lightly chilled. The slaw is usually served on its own as a small meal, or as a side to grilled meats.

Orcs

Wood Orcs in Valenwood have, like the Bosmer, become masters of the barbecue. However, they prefer to make skewers of spiced, minced meat and root vegetables, as opposed to plain chunks of meat. Minced beef, pork, or timber mammoth are mixed with a secret blend of spices, including cinnamon and frost mirriam, before being shaped into small bricks. The bricks are skewered with long metal rods, and grilled until there's a nice bit of char while still being juicy on the inside. Wash it down with a cold glass of sugar mammoth milk with mashed mango!

Redguards

Just like Elsweyr and Morrowind, summer isn't a concept in the hot and rugged land of Hammerfell. Keeping cool meals ready to serve in johads, or rain catchers, is an Alik'r trick that's been passed down for generations. Pre-cooked saffron rice with nuts and dried fruit are wrapped tightly in palm leaf packages, and left to cool in the waters of the johad. When it's time to eat, simply unwrap the cool rice and serve with curries, goat's yoghurt sauce, or chutneys. Simple, light, and good to tuck into after a scorching day in the Alik'r.

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A Long Road Home - Author Notes

Page 32

I don’t give a flying squirrel* about sports but the first panel is giving me thoughts about a southern gothic baseball AU haha. But it would have to be a 1940s A League of Their Own inspired AU to even hold my interest. I don’t want to write one but I would probably read it.

This page has some of my favorite Laudna faces so far, haha. I love her so much. <3 She is described in my character notes (and Remember Us) as having slightly wonky teeth but she’s never had her mouth open in a close enough shot for it to be visible. Imogen finds it very charming.

There were two possible outcomes I considered here (both involving Mage Hand skulduggery on Imogen’s part so Laudna can have a prize).

The first had Laudna trying first and losing. Imogen doesn’t win either, but since the carnival barker on the previous page had (inaccurately, for the time) identified them as a couple and invited Imogen to “win a prize for your girl” she is filled with determination to do just that and so Mage Hands her way to victory and gives her the toy.

In the second version the barker doesn’t say anything particularly shippy because they’re kind of skeptical of Laudna like everyone else. Imogen tries first and loses, Laudna goes next and is about to lose even more badly but Imogen, noting her disappointment, intervenes surreptitiously to make it look like she won it herself. (There was never a scenario in which she did not cheat, haha. Imogen does not play fair.)

Both cute but I decided the second version was truer to their characters. The difference between Imogen outright winning the prize and giving it to Laudna and rigging the game to make her believe she won it herself is subtle but the second scenario lets Imogen let Laudna have a little more control over the situation.

It ended up being a good decision too because now that they’re actually girlfriends the “mistaken for girlfriends” ship tease kind of loses its bite. (Judging by the timestamp from the dm where I was workshopping this with a friend, I wrote the script for this page almost a year ago.)

The cat whisker-looking things, if you’re not super familiar with comic punctuation, are used to denote breath noises like gasping, coughing, laughter, etc. (It’s been used in this on a few pages before.) If there’s no word in between it’s just a breath sound. I was trying to convey that excited hyperventilation Laudna does when she’s really happy. :)

*this is a highly esoteric pun because the local baseball team is the Flying Squirrels.

#a long road home #author notes