video; un: wanderer

[noamuth]

[Vierna's posting from her little apartment in Goldenrod, curled up on the couch with her feet tucked under the flank of her Hisuian Growlithe, Bellaunim, who has earned an exemption from her No Pokemon On The Furniture policy by virtue of Warm. It's a very cozy scene, except for the distinctly annoyed look on Vierna's face.]

So just out of curiosity - and I am aware this might be a very stupid question - how long ought we expect this "snow" nonsense to continue.

[She grew up underground, ok. She's never had to deal with seasons before.]

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[noamuth]

What, pray tell, is a "llama"?

[Guess who doesn't know shit about surface animals!]

[torinoko]

One moment.

[There is the sound of Misaki clicking around on the gear until she finds a basic bitch drawing app. It does turn the camera off for the duration.]

A llama is a domesticated ungulate kept largely as a beast of burden and for it's wool. It can also be milked, if you have a particular death wish. They are ill-tempered territorial demonic hoofbeasts that fear not pain, death, nor any laws of man or god.

[Ping! A visual Aid has appeared!]

[noamuth]

[Very informative thank you Misaki.]

I suppose I see the resemblance? We don't have those where I come from, but then, [SHRUG] we have already established that we don't have weather where I come from.

[torinoko]

I was considering asking if you grew up on the moon or in a bubble, yes.

[SERIOUSlY, VIERNA, WHERE ARE YOU FROM?]

[noamuth]

Oh, no, just the Underdark. [She says, as if a continent-spanning cave system is a normal thing for a world to have.] I am a drow elf, my current appearance notwithstanding.

[torinoko]

Subterranean...that'd do it. I would certainly hope no one tries to keep underground ungulates.

[She pauses for a moment.] I don't think that's a species of elf that exists where I'm from, how interesting.

[They do but only in ways that would break the fourth wall, so Misaki is tragically ignorant of the games her children play.]

[noamuth]

Well, we do have deep rothé, for meat and dairy and fiber, but they're not suited as beasts of burden.

[She shrugs.] Our history tells us that we split off from our faerie cousins quite abruptly.