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A time in the market

Eluthra isn't feeling well today and so she is sleeping in. I decided today would be a good time to visit the market to find a new book and pick up some supplies for our next trip. My joints fire up at the thought of another flight!

I gathered directions from Lisa who found herself busy in the garden alongside the front porch, picking flowers and weeds alike. Our chat lasted long enough to get an idea of her morning as I myself had slept quite some time, and off I went in the noonday heat. The humidity was a slight bit unnatural for the time of year.

Upon landing at the market I realized how busy this town could actually be. We have been holed up in the middle of no where for the last several weeks and all we've known were the small shops that dot the long road leading to the Dobbs' farm. At the market, open stalls were packed with folks carrying items, standing in front of fans to cool off from the heat, sitting at tables tasting the goods of tiny restaurants.

I found myself looking for things that weren't necessary but interesting, things which included smoking pipes (I bought one on impulse), knives, kitchen wares, vehicle parts, television sets and so forth. You can never stay too long at a market as there are plenty of things to mull over, and at my age you do a lot of that. I picked up a new leather belt and money satchel as mine has grown old and worn, much like myself, ready to drop from my neck at any moment. I purchased a new straw sun hat with a pretty floral design for Ellie, she's silly about collecting new hats.

Once I found the books I sifted through them and found an interesting story of Gaethar, I believe he would be considered a cowboy, who lost his grulla herd to a gang of marauding gwaran and enlisted the help of a pair of steewhon to find the herd and take down the outlaws. I am an old fuddy and enjoy the old boring western reading. I'd be a cowboy if I could! Another pair of stories caught my interest and after purchasing them I had decided it was time to head back and rest at the farm house.

Lisa had made her way around the side of the wraparound porch, still pinching and picking away at the weeds while her fat, lazy pepunas made no waste of the warm sun, basking like lizards. Ellie is still sleeping, though Lisa told me she woke up long enough to eat some soup, and I believe it is time for me to give you all my best wishes while I lay myself down for a hearty nap.

The Taschevah page!

Hello followers!

I have gone through the Taschevah page and updated it with some common knowledge of each race, or as much as I was aware of anyway. Some information is what Uncle Clyde has given to me from his past explorations throughout Tala'Nynn.

I will be adding more information about them as time goes on and as we make more trips.

I hope this is helpful to you! Just remember, as we move from city to city I will be updating the site with more information as we travel.

Thanks again for reading!
~Ellie

Geriatrics

This morning we woke a little late. After learning to lock the doors at night to keep out Nuk and Grace we've been able to sleep in longer than we should. But this place is so comforting, the beds are warm and soft, the room is in a quiet area and of course the company we've been staying with have been grand! They do not disturb us unless we specifically ask to be woken.

Today was the day we were to meet the Dobbs family at their barn down by the lake to watch their adler herd who were suppose to give birth. Unfortunately because we rose late we made it out there as the last few adlers were being born. It's been a bit cool and dreary outside, the last few days have been gray, cloudy and misty. The lake tends to bring in a lot of fog. The young adler calves were up on their feet in no time, making tumbling steps or joyous little hops once they managed to find their feet.

While we watched the bounding babies, Uncle Clyde joked about his old age and how he wish he could hop and bounce like the calves. I explained my thoughts, assuming that being quite able to fly should prove he has some ability of more exuberant mobility. He's not THAT old! Mr. Welner, the sczent groundskeeper who stood with us raised a brow as Clyde got to his feet with crackles and pops. "Well, I'll give my old bones a try! Get the hospital dial at the ready." At that point I wasn't sure whether this idea was wise, and just as I was tempted to speak my mind Uncle Clyde took several leaps. His face beamed, those pearly whites shining like pearls while his eyes glistened like the sun. "Why I have more in me than I thought! But boy, I tell ye', I'm too old for kickin these legs around." He grinned. I grinned. I love my Uncle.

~Ellie

Nuk and Grace

Nuk and Grace: Here's a quick picture of Nuk and Grace, the Dobbs' pepuna pets. Nuk us the big blue boy with a docked tail, Grace is the chubby lady in front.

~Ellie

Ambleberry Farm: Good Morning

I awoke to the happy slobbering face of Nuk, the male pepuna who belongs to Jonas. Grace, the female, sat patiently in the hallway, our bedroom door was opened in full. I had forgotten that pepunas facial tentacles are no different than children's curious hands which will gleefully open anything they can get to.

As I sat up to the morning sun, the large Nuk wiggled his back end (having lacked a tail through docking) in a joyous fury. At least they were friendly! Uncle Clyde remained curled on his bed, a giant hill of blankets. Grace disappeared from the hallway, Nuk followed on her heels. I suppose they are the morning alarms, how charming.

Breyer

After our extended time in Mertyl Valley we packed up our things and left the quiet yet bustling town, headed to Breyer.

Breyer isn't much larger than Mertyl Valley though there are more shops and a any number of farms surrounding the limits, most noteworthy are those which raise bombay karrow worms. Karrow worms are a staple meat found throughout the world, each worm produces about 1600 pounds of meat and may give birth to 10 or more live young during their 5 year life span. Adults have the delicate flavor of salmon and the texture of chicken while the texture of the young are similar to raw fish.

Having arrived in Breyer we located an affordable inn on the outskirts of town. The inn, in fact, is the oldest farm in Breyer, 180 years, which had been converted into a quaint bed and breakfast. We were greeted by Lisa Dobbs, an elderly Quinn and her son Jonas Dobbs who was followed at his heels by a grand pair of pepuna. George Welner is the groundskeeper, a Sczent taschevah. Jonas lead us to our room with a nice view of the open acres of karrow, swipes, and a pair of range runners (similar to horses).

The room itself comfortably fit both myself and uncle Clyde who was quite ready for his nap. While he slept on his bed, his pipe hanging from the corner of his lips, I began to unpack our things into the worn wooden drawers.

We've been here for about a month, so there are plenty of things to talk about soon enough.

Thanks for keeping up!
~Ellie

On a nice day

Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard, Dolly (right) and Frank (left) are visiting from Mehuitt, Eclasia, a northern territory often blanketed by snow and ice. They aren't a very talkative pair as their native language is mehuitt and they speak very little albeit broken english. However, they didn't seem to mind me taking photos!

Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard

Querdin States is a local Skilt who works here at the Mertyl Valley Hotel as a chef. On his breaks you'll often see him out back in the garden getting out steam with his mitt and twib (a hacky sack like ball). Having spoken with him over the last many weeks, Clyde and I have grown to enjoy his company and chit chat.

Querdin States

More to come later.

~Ellie