B, the inkmaker.

The inkmaker may have been involved in the pink prank, and may be able to suggest how best to remove the pigment.

Dama 2025/10/09(Thu)17:37 No. 1114879 ID: a6401c
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Dama moseys around the naked patrons of the bathhouse. Many greet and wave as he passes through. There ought to be someone who has the latest news.

Ah, Doedi seems to have something interesting to share. He’s the town’s lamplighter. Other than the self-explanatory title, he makes candles and distributes canisters of oil--and is one of the volunteers for fire control when there’s an outbreak.

There are quite a few patrons chattering with him, in fact, and they notice Dama’s approach. The lamplighter is excited to see the master of the house.

Doedi: Well if it isn’t the man himself! ‘Skipping a morning bath?

Dama: Perhaps. I’ll wait closer to evening.

Dama: I hope the water serves you.

Doedi: Toasty and purifying as always.

Doedi: Say! You know what the strangest thing I’ve seen happen last evening?

Dama: I’m sure you’re going to tell me.

Dama 2025/10/09(Thu)17:38 No. 1114880 ID: a6401c
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Doedi: So there I was--high up on a ladder, see? Lighting the street lamp as I usually do--the one overlooking the cemetery with a 30 foot drop, ya know? It’s typically a beautiful view; you can see the sunlight dancin’ on the ruffs of the town square!

Doedi: I must’ve been staring for too long, because my ladder gone tipped over and off the cliff! I managed to grab the lamppost to keep from plunging to my doom! I was holding for dear life over that drop--dangling and yelling for someone to help. But it was just my luck that no one was around!

Dama 2025/10/09(Thu)17:39 No. 1114881 ID: a6401c
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Doedi: Then I felt a presence behind me--a shudder in my muscles as I hang there. As best as I could turn I catch a glimpse of a strange figure alone on the street! The sun was too low and the fella’s back was facin’ the light and the sunbeams were in my eyes anyway. So he was like a shadow standin’ up with them crimson eyes! I couldn’t recognize the fellow but I knew they were lookin’ right at me! Maybe he was a tourist of sorts--but it aint exactly the season for it.

Doedi: But my gut told me they were bad news. I couldn’t put my finger on him. It’s like they knew the accident was to happen, and this feral creature waits for me to fall to my death so that it may feed on my innards. I gripped even harder and I could barely let out a whimper for help! Yet my fingers slowly unfurl.

Dama 2025/10/09(Thu)17:41 No. 1114882 ID: a6401c
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Doedi: Thankfully some of the villagers saw me and brought me down safely.

Doedi: I asked if they saw anyone strange on that road but they never noticed the fella I described. Perhaps when death was on the line my mind was making me see things.

Doedi: I tell ya, maybe it’s an omen of sorts. I knew a guy who knew a guy that had a similar experience as if the psychopomp herself was having a field day. Sights of mysterious visitors that keep just out of reach. Out of your peripheral. And then a catastrophe happens taking a handful of innocent villagers, and the visitors are never seen again! I dunno, maybe someone’s bound to wind up dead soon.

Doedi: Who knows? Maybe it’s a punch of boppycock. Do you believe in premonitions like that, Dama? Anything funky in town where you couldn’t quite explain?

Yeah. All the time.

"I think you're letting your imagination run wild. You can't harm a stranger because you 'had a feeling' about them - not when our economy depends on the tourist industry."

“No”.

Never seen any, so no

it's not unusual for unusual things to happen, but they usually have a rational explanation. not to say the supernatural doesn't exist, but it's best to rule out the natural first

>>1114882
Express gratitude hes ok.
Then...
Well.
Tell hi there was this time you saw a mysterious, bright pink apparition wandering the bath house.
Terrible sight.
Naked and making awful noises.
Cant shake the feeling its still here somewhere.

Then theres the horrific thing that bangs on your door before opening hours demanding entrance.
Horrible beastie of some kind.

See how many of your regular customers you can pretend are nightmarish supernatural terrors Da, before he catches on to the joke.

If it doesnt sink in, tell him you saw something horrible swinging from that lamp over the graveyard last night.
Some kind of banshee, screaming.

Joke and mention you've heard if you pat a pink Chupian on the head you'll have good luck.

You jest though, the only premonitions you believe in are the ones that show it's time to fix up the boiler or radiator.

>>1114882
While you believe that there are strange beings and events out there you're less sure if they can actually perdict the future in any way.

Dama 2025/10/17(Fri)20:54 No. 1115230 ID: a6401c
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>>1114884
>>1114888
>>1114885
Dama: No.

Doedi: Feh! You must think I’m crazy then, do you? “Ol’ Doedi is losing his marbles.” “Doedi fears the halls of the psychopomp where the floors chill his soles.”

Doedi: Maybe you’ll have a little scare at some point and then we’ll see.

Dama: It’s not unusual for unusual things to happen.

Dama: You should be careful with your age. Don’t you have a rod to light the burners?

Doedi: I don’t just light those posts! They always need a lil’ hands-on maintenance. Hell, they may be the only things older than me in this village!

Dama: You should be retired already. Surely there’s someone under your wing.

Doedi: Oh suuure. “Let ol’ Doedi twiddle his thumbs on his sofa looking for purpose in life while those ingrates struggle with a matchbox.” “Let Doedi enjoy a good book before the lights suddenly cut out across the whole damn village!”

Dama: Du-Gar will surely be in a world of darkness with you gone...

Doedi: I’m only 92! I’ve plenty of time.

Dama 2025/10/17(Fri)20:54 No. 1115231 ID: a6401c
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Doedi: Anyway... I got some canisters to fill for the homes. Autumn air is creeping in and folks are stocking up.

He turns, soaked, but immediately reverses himself for one last topic.

Doedi: Oh, and before I forget! There’s another town meeting scheduled tonight at the temple.

Dama: Hrmmghwhat is it this time? Those meetings are feckless and sudden--at such an inopportune hour.

Dama: This could be a notice from the town crier.

Doedi: Sure, sure; these meetings are impromptu but the board is very insistent that we attend. You and your wife ought to come with. It concerns everyone for business in the winter season.

Doedi: They’re saying it’s mandatory. So you best be there!

Dama: I’ll talk to my wife about it, then. She has some friends on the zoning board, after all.

Dama: Good day, Doedi.

Doedi: Keep an eye out for any strange happenings!

Yamelle-Dama 2025/10/17(Fri)20:56 No. 1115233 ID: a6401c
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The day slowly folds over and all patrons are squeaky clean. The employees scrub most of the pools and collect loose furs for the traps.

Morning Phase is complete. Noon Phase begins.

You can do whatever you want now--until after dinner when you reopen. What do Da and Ma do with their time?
There are a multitude of options but not limited to:
• Take care of your children.
→ Play or read a story
• Visit town
→ Shopping
→ Eat somewhere
→ Pray at the Temple
→ Check up on the town residents
→ Talk to your gal pals or boyos
→ → Attend a club
→ Take the whole family somewhere in town
• Do something with your spouse
• Talk business
• Just talk about stuff.
They can do these tasks together or separate. It’s a chupian family simulator, after all!

Da play with the kids.
Ma go do some light shopping. if you see anyone you know on the board ask about the meeting.

>>1115236
Yep.
Da could play. Not gonna be as much tine for it when the new one arrives.
Ma could treat the light shopping as an afternoon out with friends.
Meet up with some pals. Visit an eatery together or just buy something tempting from the bakery and eat it sat on a wall together. Chatting all the way.
A little ma time before the new family member needs it all.

Go shopping
* Buy a purring device, use it to stimulate the fetus' growth
* Buy lots of preserved food, stockpile for the future

Da could relax at home and take care of the child.

Ma could go pray at the temple and then hang out with the gals

Going out to eat can wait, right now it's bedt for Yamelle to go buy more spa supplies while Dama entertains the children.

He could go buy supplies himself, but he needs to use Doedi's vital intel to lure the Psychopomp within sight and kick her ass. She is just a psycho with lots of pomp around her. Her killing speee ends today.

Yamelle 2025/10/29(Wed)11:09 No. 1115743 ID: a6401c
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>Da play with the kids.
>Not gonna be much time for it when the new one arrives.
Da agrees to look after the kids while Ma goes shopping and catches up with some friends. He mentions the meeting later tonight--and she responds the same disbelief that this could be a message from the town crier.

>Buy lots of preserved food, stockpile for the future
>Ma could treat the light shopping as an afternoon out with friends.
Nevertheless, she agrees to come with when the time comes. For now--she has some shopping to do! This is the last chance before she’ll be stuck in the house taking care of child #3.

Ma browses the grocers, says hello to Maltar, and hits the canned foods. She knows what she wants; she’s got the cravings for it. Her basket fills up pretty quickly.

It isn’t long before she ends up at the bakery aisle for some bread (and maybe a couple pastry treats). The bakers warmly greet her.

Aaji: Well look who it is! Big momma coming through!

Yamelle: Heeeeeey girls!

Soie: How’s life at the bathhouse?

Yamelle: Oh you know. There’s always something to do--never a moment of rest.

Aaji: Your hubby better not be leaving you with all the work of raising those kids! My good-for-nothing Jorl finds any excuse to ditch changing my son’s diapers. Or avoid feeding him mashed beets!

Aaji: I had to chase him throughout the house smacking his knuckles with a wooden spoon to get him to contribute something.

Soie: Who’s your littlest one again, Yamelle?

Yamelle: That’ll be Deemus! He’ll be two in a couple months. He seems to respond to ‘Del’. It’s kind of his nickname at the moment.

Yamelle: You wouldn’t mind if I eat one of these cakes now?

Yamelle 2025/10/29(Wed)11:10 No. 1115744 ID: a6401c
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>If you see anyone you know on the board ask about the meeting.
Yamelle: Hey, Soie. munch You wouldn’t happen to hear of a meeting at the temple tonight, would you?

Soie: Huh? Meeting? What’re you talking about?

Aaji jabs an elbow into Soie’s rib.

Aaji: Soie! We’ve talked about this urgent matter!

Soie: We have?

Soie: Oh! We have!

Soie: Yes! Uhm. Something about increasing the... uhm... maximum fence height for backyards by two inches! The uhh... one neighbor is complaining about a lumberjack in the buff.

Yamelle: Well that’s just silly. It sounded like the whole town is invited to this little conflict.

Aaji: But you’re on the zoning board, Yamelle. You must vote on this important matter!

Soie: Right! An extra two inches is preposterous. Very imperative we don’t let this to pass!

Aaji: What’s the purpose of a neighborhood when you shut your neighbors out?

Soie: Yes! This will not stand! What next? A reflecting pool?

Choop-mom finishes her cupcake and wipes the corner of her mouth.

Yamelle: I stepped down from the zoning board six months ago, girls. I don’t need to go.

...

Soie: Oh. Uh... Well...

Aaji: But we could use your insight at the meeting!

Soie: Everyone listens to you, Yamelle! And your husband! You two know what’s best for this town!

Yamelle: Well--I’ll think about it, I guess! I just need to finish my daily tasks first.

What else do the girls talk about?

Preposterous? Just increasing the *max* fence height means nobody else has to up the fences. Just gives the option which gives more freedom so why is this bad?

Are there any new cute couples in town?

Yamelle could start a rumor there's a man with pink fur in town. Could be fun

>>1115744
Ma is sharp.
Good at spotting a hasty ruse as any parent.
But she also knows when to "fall" for it.
Theyre planning something, these two, but its likely something nice.
Let them have the fruit of their efforts.
Tell them with good natured but tired tone ma will do her best to make it.

Best change the subject

>>1115751
Yes.
On both points.

>>1115751
This! And say if somebody wants to go around in the buff, let them! What's two inches possibly gonna do, keep shorter people from peeping over the fence?

Yamelle 2025/10/31(Fri)12:58 No. 1116011 ID: a6401c
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>Ma is sharp. Good at spotting a hasty ruse as any parent
Hmmm, these two may be planning something. No clue what, perhaps something nice. She won’t press them to spill it--if any.

Yamelle: So what’s the big deal? Two extra inches aint gonna change much.

Aaji: It’s the principle of the thing! Soon others will want taller fences and then all homes are in a white-picket box! Terrible look for our village.

Soie: Just terrible!

Aaji: Terrible.

Yamelle: Oh, I don’t think it’ll come to that. But I suppose we ought to get back on that later in the Temple.

>Any new cute couples in town?
Yamelle: Aside from that--have you seen who Kumura’s been hanging with lately? I was wondering why she missed our last reading circle--but I saw her walking with some nice fellow at the rug store.

Soie: Right! She was complaining about how her house wasn’t well-insulated; she must’ve hired a handyman! Scruffy guy. Speaks oddly.

Aaji: Oh--him? He’s one of the boys who lives further down the mountain. Seems kinda unkempt if you ask me.

Yamelle: Don’t be so quick to dismiss the gentleman, girls. Why, Dama was my handyman for a while. It’s probably why he was able to fix the whole bathhouse when we moved in!

Dama 2025/10/31(Fri)12:59 No. 1116012 ID: a6401c
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MEANWHILE!

Sashi: Da. Where’s Moooom?

Dama: I’ve already told you. She’s out shopping and won’t be back for another hour.

Sashi: Can I play in the--deh--play in de pool down the--down the stairs?

Dama: The pool is for adults, sweetie. It’s too deep to swim in.

Sashi: Can I have mungus pordo?

Dama: I don’t know what that is.

Sashi: Yaara has mungus pordo. She--she let’s me play mungus pordo. Can Yaara come play today?

Dama: Not today, dear. You’ll see your friends on the weekend.

Sashi: Can I hab a snack?

Dama: You can have beet sticks, or snow roots.

Sashi: I can hab deh, deh brittle chips?

Dama: No junk. You can have something healthy or nothing until supper.

Sashi: I WANT BRITTLE CHIIIIPS!

Dama: NO. Don’t raise your voice at me.

Sashi: REEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

ah, terrible twos.

just ignore the tantrum. Kid's gotta learn that no means no.

Count to three and give him timeout if he doesn’t obey

Scold child by making them change the diaper if they keep screaming.

you have to earn brittle chips, child. What chore are you going to do for your snack?

>>1116012
Da is a handyman at heart and following a plan to fix a situation just feels... right.
So.
First step.
Ignore tantrum.
If tantrum escalates, walk away after securing safety of toddlers chosen tantrum area.
If toddler follows, continue moving while making a fuss over good child.
If all previous methods fail, throw own tantrum.
Now, that might sound silly, but the sudden non sequitur can throw the toddler.
Exaggerate for comedic effect.
Children have a hard time holding on to the grumpy when they're trying not to smile.

The toddler stuttering makes my heart soar.

Distract Sashi from his tantrum, as well as educate him, by telling him a story of your youth when you tried to demand or eat too many sweets.

Perhaps you can be clever and trick them into thinking you have a new snack. Cut up the beet sticks into little "chips" and put them in a bowl. "Here, about about something new? Da has some beet chips you can try."

Dama 2025/11/08(Sat)22:27 No. 1116611 ID: a6401c
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>Ignore tantrum
>Kid’s gotta learn that no means no
Just... finish changing Del. Let the tantrum run out. She’ll stop. She will.

Sashi: I just wan-nuh deh brittle chips DEDDY!

Sashi: eeeeEEEEH!!

The screaming intensifies. Da focuses on his hands folding cloth. The noise is upsetting Deemus. He doesn’t know what’s going on, and the only instinct is to cry.

Deemus: W-weh. Keh! Eeeeeeh

Dama: Hrmgh, not now please.

Sashi hobbles over to the counter. The cupboard above has the snacks. She’s not allowed to climb up there. Da’s hands are fixed on Del.

Dama: Sashi. NO. Get back here and sit down.

Dama 2025/11/08(Sat)22:28 No. 1116612 ID: a6401c
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>tell [her] a story of your youth when-----
Sashi: I just want brittle chiiiips!

>your youth---
Deemus: Whaaaaaah-eeeeh!!

>your--
Sashi: BRIT! TLE! CHIPS! BRIT! TLE! CHIPS!

>youth...

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/08(Sat)22:33 No. 1116613 ID: a6401c
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Yamelle: What’s with all the screaming?

The wife reaches the top of the stairs.

Sashi: I wenna snack...

Yamelle: There’s no need for yelling if you can speak it plainly. I can hear you all the way from the middle of town!

>Give [her] a timeout if [she] doesn’t obey
Yamelle: Mommy needs to put the groceries away and make dinner soon. If you have to make a fuss about it, you can do it in your own room.

Yamelle: And that’s final! But if you wanna make it worse, be my guest.

Sashi bawls and runs down the hall to her bed with tiny toddler stomps. Wife sets the bags on the counters to unpack. Husbino gradually finishes changing Deemus’ diaper.

She huffs.

Yamelle: I say; I don’t know how you can put up with that racket, honey. You have more patience than I ever will.

Dama: Errrgh... yeah

Hug the Lady Wife, for she power and grace and patience, and wields magic that is beyond your ken.

>>1116614
Yes. Pay tribute to the sorceress, mistress of motherly magics.

After preventing her daughter from taking some brittle chips, Yamelle should reward herself with sneaking some brittle chips. Can’t help it, it’s the cravings from pregnancy!

How does she do it?
Dama, ask how she makes the kids listen

Hug 'Ma, exchange baby for grocery bag. Help store away the food and get things prepared for dinner.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/18(Tue)17:54 No. 1117218 ID: a6401c
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>Hug the Lady Wife
>Dama, ask how she makes the kids listen.
>Pay tribute to the sorceress, mistress of motherly magics
Da hugs Ma with hover hands--as they are stained with baby powder. She smecks him on the lips.

Dama: My er... hands were full. I thought--

Yamelle: Don’t worry, I can put the food away!

Dama: I can help in a... hrmh...

Yamelle: Just finish changing Del’s nappy and wash those hands, sweetie. I need my room to cook!

Da sifts the cloth around and completes the task. He murmurs.

Dama: Sashi is more responsive to your demands.

Yamelle: Demands? That’s a silly way to describe it. One of the bookclub girls works at a daycare and has taught me a thing or two about getting children to listen.

Yamelle: You can raise your voice, sure--but you need them to be aware of their behavior, and if that doesn’t work you just give them an ultimatum.

Dama wets his hands clean.

Yamelle: Why don’t you read the children a story while I make dinner? It’s going to be brontoroc fillet so it’ll be a hefty minute.

Dama 2025/11/18(Tue)17:57 No. 1117219 ID: a6401c
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Dama carries his son to the children’s bedroom. Sashi mopes in the pillows, lightly kicking on her mattress.

Dama: Now, now Sashi. It’s time for the tears to dry. Any more lost and you’ll whither away like an icicle.

Sashi: hrmmble-frrnmbnnnh

Dama: I know. But your mother is busy with dinner.

Dama: How about I read you a story?

Sashi: eeedunWURNNMNsturr.

Dama: I think Deemus would like a story. Do you have a favorite one?

Sashi: mruuuuuum...

Dama: You can pick one from your shelf if you’d like.

What does Sashi want read to her?
>fairy tale
>A story of a cute animal
>A parable from the chupian bible
>literary exercises (ABCs, Cows Go Moo)

Chupian parable

Chupian Bible

I like cute animals, but Chupian bible means LORRRRRE!!! Gimme lorrrrreeee!!!!!

parable
are there any about little animals?

A parable.
Even children CRAVE the lore

Chuck Chupian and the Gunk Runamunk!

>A story of a cute animal.

Young Dama is a cute animal.


...okay, lets do Chupian Bible, instead. We must learn about alien moral values.

Tales from the Chupian Bible!

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)12:57 No. 1117973 ID: a6401c
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>Oops, all parables
Sashi sits up in her bed. She sniffles and rubs her eye for a while.

Sashi: Can you ree-- reed me from the Hums of, erm… Hums of deh... Daga Hums please?

Ah yes, the classic Dagan Hums. Dama steps towards the bookshelf, plucks the religious text, and sits upon Sashi’s bed. Deemus is placed in her lap.

Dama: Hmm. It’s been a time since we’ve peeked into the Dagan Hums. But I think I’ve got the story. The Farmer of Wides.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)12:58 No. 1117974 ID: a6401c
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There was a farmer in Wides named Suyr, he worked his life upon soil. Much so that age took his body; his hands calloused and fingers curled. Suyr inherited his father’s farm; it had always been on the brink of failure. Crops were seldom fruitful. And Suyr made just enough to sustain only himself--he had neither companion nor offspring.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)13:05 No. 1117976 ID: a6401c
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So Suyr raked the fields under sweltering heat with dust in his eyes. Then he unearthed a vessel in the driest dirt, and released from the vessel was the dryad Amete--one of many nymphs under Buthys, Goddess of the Harvest.

“You released me from my vessel. I thank you, farmer.” Amete said, “The land has since dried up. Ask me, farmer, what power left I may bless you with. But heed, for what you receive from me your greatest rival will receive doubly.”

--

>To make this a lil' interesting you may have Sashi interrupt or speak at any point while I update--unless you all want to be good chupian boys and girls and remain silent.

"And then Suyr drinked the vessel!"

"I wish to be half-blind, half-deaf and half limp"

We allowed to guess how this ends? Here' my guess. He wishes for a copy of her for companionship and love since he hardly cares if his rival gets 2 copies as long as he has one. She's so touched by this that while the rival gets 2 cheap copies he gets the real thing. OR for the evulz, he wishes his life was half-ruined.

>>1117984
You may guess how it ends! Or even provide commentary. Or try to make Dama laugh.

Was deh dwyad pwitty?

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)14:50 No. 1117998 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: I want him to drank de wessel! He hyah hyah!

Dama: No hon, he doesn’t do that. That’s not how the story goes.

Sashi: I want him tuh... to uh... dey kiss and marry to be you and mom cuz... becuz she can be pretty like MOM!

Dama: Very thoughtful of you. Shall I continue?

Sashi: they kissth

--

Suyr indeed had a rival Roytr whose land was fruitful and green. Suyr had been very bitter of Roytr’s success since the beginning. So Suyr ponders.

The farmer could wish for riches, but his adversary would be wealthier.

The farmer could wish for fruitful harvest, but his foe would earn a great quantity.

The farmer could wish for renown, but his opponent would overshadow him.

The farmer could wish for a family, but his rival would have a vast progeny.

At last the farmer decided his wish, and thusly spoke, “Amete, o’dryad of Buthys. I have found my wish.”

>You may continue to interrupt and banter.

did he wish for a kiss

What if He wished to be better than his rival?

Loophole’d

He wishes to fall in love with his rival!

>>1117998
If... if it was bafftime... would the lady be a wet ad?
<gaaaasp> he could wish for ALL th brittew chips in the world!

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)17:09 No. 1118017 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: A kissth!

Dama: Hmm?

Sashi: He, uh, should ask for a kiss.

Dama: That would be nice, wouldn’t it? But it may surprise you what his wish ends up being.

--

Amete reminds, “Again you must heed; for what you receive from me your greatest rival, sole opponent, your lifelong adversary will be granted your wish doubly.”

And so Suyr said to Amete, “I wish to surrender one of my eyes.”

Amete fulfills the farmer’s wish, and removes one of his eyes. Then she removed the eyes of Roytr, crippling the man of sight. The fulfillment had Amete return to Buthys’ golden acres of wheat. Suyr continued his work upon the dry field slackened by his vision. Yet he worked.

>The story aint over yet! You may continue to interrupt and banter.

How about turning the tables and wishing for the rival to have this wish? Whatever 2 things rival wishes for get doubled to himself so he wins more!

>>1118017 ...Only to find his rival has loved ones to take care of him in his blindness. For peak irony he loses his only eye in an accident soon-ish and has nobody himself.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)18:01 No. 1118021 ID: a6401c
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Word had reached Buthys Goddess of Harvest. Buthys was displeased to learn what came of Suyr’s request. The Goddess of Harvest stepped down from her throne to confront him.

The Goddess Buthys said, “Did you give your eye to cripple another?”

He said. “Yes I have.”

And this angered The Goddess Buthys, “How selfish! How miserly! How confounding you were willing to suffer by your own hand, as long as another party suffers more. And as long as you know another suffers more, you can bear your miserable life!”

>You may continue to interrupt and banter.

And while she was busy ranting, he stole back all the eyes an’ now he got FOUR eyes for super vision!

Suyr expected to be rewarded. It was the nature of the society that evolved in the Goddess' creation.
When Suyr started out, he shared his crops with the neighboring farmers, and they shared in turn. But the king's men took extra taxes for every crop shared. They learned to stop sharing and the taxes lessened.
Then, Suyr tried to tend to his own farm and the king's taxes, and nothing else. The king's men took more and more and expected higher quotas and gave restrictive orders that left his crops withered.
The last time Suyr beat his neighbor, the King's men looked on, then smiled, then brought him to the pub for a pint, then gave him high-quality seeds and five slaves. Every time he hurt his rivals, his farming became sustainable, something worth doing, something worth living for.
The message of madness had been burned into his brain. Hardship requires sacrifice. Hardship leads to acceptance.

Suyr could not hate the guards. He had been taught not to, for the guards were the extensions of the king's will, and the king was the extension of the goddess' will. Or so he had been forced to recite day after day.

He shudda askfer brittew chips.

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Then The Goddess Buthys said to Suyr, “You shall work for the rest of your days and reap nothing. And as you work you will feel the weight of the sun.”

And so Suyr’s hair fell. His skin wrinkled and burned. “Let any ilk and brood of Suyr bear the same weight for what he has done,” The Goddess Buthys said before departing.

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Dama: And the farmer was left alone worse off than before. But every so often he thinks about his opposite, and can bear his punishment a little better.

Dama: But only for a brief moment. He never thought of what he could’ve wished for instead.

Dama: The End.

Dama: I hope you learn something from that. Did you like that story, Sashi?

If I can make a wish, I’d wish my new brother or sister would be born tonight

(Tempting fate)

but what about his kiss????????

Yah, he was dumb and shoulda asked for a kiss so he got punished

Sashi: Did Buthys get angry at Amete? Because I think Amete could have just said no to a farmer instead of ripping some other farmer's eyes out. Wasn't it partly Amete's fault for giving the farmer the choice in the first place?

>>1118029
He shoulda wished to have a better farm than his rival! (and the dryad would have to figure out that logical paradox)

Kill god before she can punish us for our sins... got it.

>>1118029
Now would be the logical time to start crying.
Burble something about not wanting to be bald.

Why'd he stay a farmaa if he gaht cuhs-ed?

>>1118029

This is how you mentally scar the child.

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Sashi: N-no kiss?

Dama: No kiss. He was a bad man.

Sashi: No kiss from his mam?

Dama: Maybe...

Sashi: What happen to deh, uhm, de uh… the pretty princess? She grounded?

Dama: Amete? I don’t think she was punished. Maybe she couldn’t refuse the wish. The goddesses are mysterious and have different rules than mortals.

Sashi: So is he bald forever? Like uhm... is that why uh, erm, is that Vako’s grandpa?

Dama: It’s a story written long ago. Some versions of the Dagan Hums say he’s the first bald chupian. Of course, it’s not where equatorian chupians really originate--uh--come from.

Dama: I believe your maternal third great grandfather was one, as was your mother’s great grand uncle.

A bell rings from the kitchen.

Dama: Sounds like it’s time to eat. Wash your hands now.

Sashi: ♪ Washin’ haaaands, washin’ mah haaaaands. Loo loo loo loo washin’ the---duh haaaaands ♫

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The Yamelle-Damas sit around the table. The aroma of cooked brontoroc fills the air. Dama helps Sashi onto her booster seat. Bite-size chunks of meat and sliced steamed roots are already on her plate. Deemus gets his bib and high chair. He’ll be having some mashed beets. Ma eases into her creaky seat.

Yamelle: There we go. Whew! I’ve been standing and walking all day!

Dama: I wish you’d stay in the house a little while--just until the baby comes. I’d be more than content to do the errands.

Yamelle: I’ve told ya I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, hunny.

Da grumblesighs. He chews on some brontoroc.

What do they discuss at the dinner table?
→ Literally any topic, I guess.
→ Juicy gossip perhaps
→ Tonight's town meeting

Yamelle should tell Dama about her suspicions the meeting hides a surprise

>>1118122
Share the day.
Da talks about the kids focusing on the good parts and maybe some of the hijinks in the bath house earlier.
Ma talks of the town meeting while wondering if she should share her suspicions about her two pals curious behaviour.

Ask Ma what she would make a wish for from Amete?

>>1118139
This

>>1118140
Seconded.
Its a very nice idea.

If his farm, with which he could barely sustain himself, is cursed to yield nothing, it doesn't sound like "the rest of his days" would be long... or that he could even have a descendance.

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Sashi: Mahm? smock smak

Yamelle: Yes, dearie? Don’t smack your lips like that and sit up, please.

Sashi: If you had uh had uhm a wish for uhhh princess uhmm and you had to... going to... you... she give it to you uhhh... you can have anything and you wish for... uh... then you turn bald.

Sashi: What would you say?

Yamelle: I wish you’d try a piece of that scrumptious root!

Sashi: Uhhhhhh... No! Something else!

Yamelle: In that case I’ll have to think about it! Just nibble a bit. That one.

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Dama: Wife. While you were out I let one of the babysitters know when we leave for the meeting.

Yamelle: Hmm.

Dama: Unless... we decide not to go.

Yamelle: I’m still not sure what the fuss is. Aaji and Soie say it’s just about fences. Sashi, sit your butt down. But the way they were acting seemed odd.

Dama: Doesn’t sound that way with Doedi.

Yamelle: Perhaps it’s a surprise! But I wonder what for.

Dama: Do they know they’re a little late for our birthdays?

Yamelle: Can’t be the anniversary of our marriage. Or the grand opening.

Dama: Maybe it’s not about us. Sashi. Don’t do that.

Yamelle: Then why the secrecy?

Dama: I don’t know. When did we move in?

Yamelle: About eight years. I remember it was a winter! So it couldn’t be that.

Dama: May as well be an award. Ah well--no use speculating.

What do the Yamelle-Damas decide about the meeting?
→ and perhaps move onto another topic

might as well see what the meeting is about

Nah. You can afford to ignore some meeting about the exact measurements of picket fences.

Probably best to go to see what the fuss is about. Dama has huge sway in his opinion after all, might be best for him to be there.

They should go but, take their time getting there. Enjoy the walk, enough to arrive just a bit late. Just to tease whoever's running this for being sneaky

Let's go!

But not alone. Let's meet up with some friends who are also going and comingle on our way there!