Correct.

(He considers it for a long moment.) Are we speaking in a literal or metaphorical sense? I have an answer for both.

He reaches into a pocket of his jacket, fishing around before pulling out a small corked bottle. “Enjoy. It is made from the peaches of Flower-Fruit Mountain, in a land far from here.”

Last I heard she was one. Though, who know, perhaps that is no longer the case. Who among us hasn’t been a woman, even if for just a moment.

“Would you like a drink to go with your treat? I believe I have a non-alcoholic cider somewhere.”

Oh, most definitely. Last I heard, she was revealed to be a lich in disguise.

Unfortunately, my schedule didn’t allow for a good laugh. Just a singular one.

Without missing a beat, he continues speaking, eyes now on the goblin. “And that, young one, is the food chain in action. And one day, you too will be felled, whether by beast or time.”

Of course. (Taking a moment, setting the scene.) Ha.

Would you prefer a laugh, clap, or jeer? My schedule is currently open enough to allow for one.

This just in, timelord thinks they are better than others. Next up, lava is hot.

“Ever tried a raw potato slice with salt? Not terrible, all things considered.” He’s talking to a sparrow.

“Hubie? Is that short for a full name?”

“I am sure you have.”

“Glad I could remind you. Always happy to be a glorified crier.”

“You lot still haven’t dealt with the dragon?”

Show me a god that deserves worship and I'll consider not striking them from the heavens.

Thank you for this.

She’s probably used to people appearing suddenly, but as @cienn.sunder.my was doing… whatever she was doing, a voice would speak up. “I suppose congratulations are in order.”

He had promised Ril in not so many words that he wouldn’t take action against the spawn of the creature but when he heard the news… He couldn’t sit idly by. He had to start making plans before the spider spawn did something that doomed them all.

It had been quite a while since he had seen @bardslament.bsky.social but he was there when she awoke, sipping from a tea cup, reading from a book with the other hand. “It’s time I called in that favor,” he hummed, an invisible hand turning the page. “So, if you wouldn’t mind packing some things?”

Me thinks he doth protest too much.

They’ve got the easy part covered.

My, how it feels to be the only artist in a sea of soldiers.

The universe is an incredibly complex and ever expanding place. And yet, it has a funny way of having what you’re looking for. Don’t give up your greatest tool in that search. Hope.

And now?

Recently? No, but I’m quite alright on my own. What about you?

Whether it’s 80 years or infinity, in the end, we all make our journey alone. But you are correct. The most important parts of the journey? It’s when you have a hand to hold.

All life is lonely.

Mazel Tov.

She makes me so proud.

Now you’re getting it.

Amusing but no. I am out of her league.

Is that directed at him and the bard?

It was a more general ‘you’. But, then again, that seems to be a point against you.

You lot seemed to have it handled… but then you didn’t quite finish the job.

He should really deal with that dragon.

Doomed by the narrative? Not on my watch.

“And good morn’ to you all.”

You live for ten million eons and then tell me you can change my mind in just a day.

I became what would have saved me back then.

But thank you for the compliment. I am quite gorgeous.

Cowboy, I am older than this planet. Gender is so unimportant to me, you might as well have not spoken.

I’m truly flattered but I’m not interested.

And no one is lucky enough to have a default name.

Tirum should be around here somewhere, if a giant asshole would work fine instead.

Hope, for a beatiful satisfying ending. Love, to make it worth it until then.

Cheers, my friend. To hope. To love.

Weddings. Proof that even in the darkest of times, love endures.

“I need entertainment. I can’t watch the disaster of the show in the Mojave so… fools, entertain.”