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WHO: Syrlya and You
WHAT: Syrlya gets cursed, and then has one bad day after another so he runs away to the hotsprings
WHEN: ~few days after the spring dance until last day of spring. Closed prompts through end of Summer
WHERE: The farm, around town, the hotsprings
WARNINGS: There is NSFW in these parts

[Do Not Agitate the Goddess (mute) | Edge of the Woods + His Farm]

[Syrlya gave it a few days, at least didn't confront the Goddess about her questionable habits at the dance itself. It doesn't go terribly well.

He marches away from the pond, his expression is twisted into a scowl and fists balled. Anyone who crosses his path in the immediate aftermath is met with irritation, and then a pointed turn of his face away as he marches down the path.

After a few hours he's had some time to cool off--though he's still sulking, toiling on his farm ripping up weeds and pushing new seeds into the dirt. If they didn't have to do this to eat, he'd let this goddess know right where she can--]

[Twice cursed (blind) | Other people's farms]

[Luckily, going mute only lasts for a day, and then it's back to normal. For a couple days, at least. Until he wakes one morning to the room being strangely dark, like the sun itself was snuffed out--no, but it isn't the sun that's the problem. It's his eyes.

The morning is a panic. A level of fear he doesn't often feel as he's suddenly lost the sense most important to him.

The first trip is a stumble to the clinic... unsurprisingly, when dealing with a talking plant it doesn't offer any answers except that they, at least, don't seem to be injured. Nobody there accuses the goddess, but an errant magical effect... Syrlya can only think of one person who is capable.

So, his option is to wait it out for now, see if it clears up on its own. That is... not optimal. But ultimately Syrlya can't find any better options.

Doesn't mean he can't try and do what he needs to. So, using a glittering sword as a makeshift walking stick (watch your feet) Syrlya strides out of the farmhouse.

Or rather, trips out of it, hitting a few walls along the way. And then he's on a truly blind path, tripping and crawling over other people's fences with no real idea of his orientation. Just where he thinks it is. The warmth of the sun isn't helping him as much as he wishes it did.

Anyway. Sorry if he tramples your flowers.]

[Make That Thrice Cursed (table) | The Town]

[The blidnness clears up after two days as if it never happened. So not a malady after all, it seems. So Syrlya goes into town to finish errands he intended to before the weekend. He's just headed down the street with a bag of groceries more varied than the limited vegetables from their garden... when it hits.

A plastic folding end table drops seemingly from thin air and smacks right onto his head. Syrlya buckles with a startled cry, his bag tumbling out of his arms and spilling to the ground.]

((His plotting post is over here if you want a more custom starter or simply something else!))

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Chocolate and strawberry, then? [It's easier to peek into the glass top of the cart as they get closer, eight circular tubs embedded inside that hold different flavors of ice cream, with different colors and chunks of treats mixed in.

Syrlya is just reading it off the menu though.]

[There's so much choice that Konoe is willing to start simple - something he's familiar with, the strawberries, and something Syrlya mentioned before, the chocolate.]

That sounds good.

[Chocolate smells good, at least. Surely, it will not cause problems for someone with a feline digestive system...]

[Syrlya smiles, and once they're next in line he gestures for Konoe to go ahead and order first. He has an idea what he's looking for, but he's willing to let Konoe get started first while he pays. It's a new experience for him and all.]

[Konoe nods his thanks and orders the chocolate and strawberry. He takes the cone delicately as if it might break in his hand, but adjusts his grip when it seems the material is study enough. It smells nice too, and may be edible, but he's not going to try it. Not yet. He stands off to the side after getting his ice cream, tentatively licking at the strawberry scoop on top. It's sweet and has some flavour he's unfamiliar with softening the bite of natural strawberries. Must be 'cream'.]

I like it!

[Syrlya takes a scoop of vanilla and and one of mango, passing over coin before he steps aside to join Konoe.] It's good, isn't it? Particularly ideal for warm days, so I've heard.

[At least for being where internal body heat is more of an issue for them. Eating cold food is more palatable for Syrlya than being in the cold, so he starts to eat his after a moment.]

It's colder than I thought it would be.

[It's a musing, as Konoe's people have no way to chill things, and the ice cream is like licking snow to him. Creamy snow. He contemplates while dragging his rough tongue over the ice cream a little sloppily.]

I don't see why this helps the crops grow, though. I can't make sense of it, even if it's magic.

Well, more immediately important than the next harvest is that these can be redeemed with some of the locals for repairs to the farms. I'm sure you've noticed how poor a state it's in.

[Konoe laughs a little, because he hadn't really noticed that when he first got here, thinking the dilapidated farm he and Danielle got was perfectly serviceable as far as cat village accommodations go.]

They like conveniences... and I can see why.

[Kind of.]

It's a lot of work, a farm. I suppose they can't just... hunt mice and eat wild weeds and things. It makes me wonder what happened in my world. Um, humans used to live there, but we didn't call them that. Long before us. Maybe they fell on difficult times like this.

Humans used to? [Well that's interesting. He raises a brow.] What happened to them?

[Konoe nods and licks a little more slowly at his ice cream, in between thoughts.]

Two-Canes, that's how we knew them, once ruled over the world. They had built so many things, had magics that we can barely fathom... It was said that they angered the gods, because they sought to surpass them, lost respect for them. They brought the wrath of their own creators upon them, and I don't know how exactly, but... Two-Canes, humans... the entire race died out, and all they left behind is now ruins grown over from thousands and thousands of years ago. They lived back when there was a sun, and when the sea was blue.

[He gestures with his tail out at the ocean.]

It's golden, our sea, since the sun fell. I think... I think maybe it wasn't something so simple as this, the troubles of the people here on this island, but something... catastrophic befell them, whether actions of the gods or through something they did themselves. We pray to them as our gods, the likenesses of humans, and we're reminded not to think ourselves could ever be gods, for it would be the end.

[Just how many worlds out there have suddenly lost the sun? He hopes that isn't something that will become a future worry for Tyria.]

... I see. [He purses his lips into a thin line, withholding just what he thinks of gods that so easiily condemn their own people. As if it is not mortals who live and tend to the world that the gods simply watch with distant eyes.

That's probably not a rant he needs to get into right now.] Is there any chance of your world recovering?

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