stones of farspeech; mid-age event

[eudaimonikos]

Hey.

[For those who have heard him speak before, Michael's voice sounds a little strained. He's trying his best to hold it together, but he's having several new experiences right now and liking precisely none of them.]

Quick question - is the volcanic ash having any weird effects on anyone other than the kid thing? Like, say, the feeling that your physical form is starting to collapse in on itself, crumbling into the yawning void at the center of your being? Just curious!

[For anyone who happens to be on Islet 5, Michael is just sort of sitting on the ground right in the middle of the beach. He did not intend to be doing this, but things happened.]

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[antepone]

[ There's something intrinsically horrifying about his checking to see if he has any blood, so she absolutely won't comment on that.

She frowns. ]

Maybe... but, these islands do a lot of things that make no sense. What I do know is that eating made you feel better, so...

But you could always ask the Storyteller. They'll probably be able to give you an exact answer.

[eudaimonikos]

Ugh.

[Michael grimaces.]

I don't trust anything setting itself up as a god.

[antepone]

That's... very fair.

[ She'd ask them for him, but... it's still the word of a god. ]

Well... since you gave me this frozen yogurt, you can take the food I have. Just in case.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, thank you! That's very nice.

[It may be a long time yet before things like that stop being novel.]

[antepone]

It's no problem. And if you run out, you can always come find me--I almost always have plenty.