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Started September 20, 2020 by @Reblod flag

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RoW - A little clip from an exchange between Keran and Mara (I will mention that Kaedo's name's spelling has been altered and I can't be bothered changing it in the older posts. Pronounced 'kai-doh')

Keran turned to see that Mara had picked up a piece of parchment. His heart lurched as he realised it was the page he had found in that abandoned base. The one written in what he knew to be Senkrenese in that elegant, flawless hand that he knew belonged to Kaedo.
“This is Senkrenese poetry,” she said as her eyes followed the script in that up-and-down pattern that language was written in. “Where did you find this?”
Keran fought the urge to fidget and instead turned back to what he was doing, trying to keep his voice neutral as he said, “I just found it…lying around. It looked interesting.”
Mara was silent for a moment, reading. “It’s uncommonly written. The poet is a skilled composer. I imagine even some native speakers couldn’t understand what is being conveyed here. Many of these words are elaborate and obscure with the most niche of meanings.”
Mara didn’t really talk about things that didn’t interest her. Keran couldn’t help but wonder what exactly she found interesting about that writing. Could it be that she enjoyed Senkrenese poetry? Or did she too recognise that handwriting?
“What does it say?” Keran asked, hoping that Mara would interpret his own interest as poetry related as well.
“This poem evokes passion and longing. Pain. Distance. It would take me some time to translate it fully and even then much of the meaning would be lost. It certainly wouldn’t sound as pleasant.”
By then, Keran had turned back around to face Mara and had stepped closer to better see the page. “But you can read it, can’t you? What’s it about?”
Mara returned the page to the table. “The thing about Senkrenese poetry is that it’s never really ‘about’ anything. It’s a way to share emotions, feelings, and sensations. To the ignorant, it can read like nonsense. This particular piece refers to some sort of figure. Whether this figure is a source of creative inspiration, a caricature of creativity, the manifestation of creativity itself, or a person who is renowned for their creative talents is uncertain. Only the composer knows this.”
“I thought the point of Senkrenese was to be unambiguous.”
Mara met Keran’s eyes. “There is never any point to natural language but to communicate. How this is done depends on centuries of growth.” She didn’t wait for Keran to lower his gaze first. She gave one last glance to the poem and then left.

RoW - Keran being a poetic lil guy (describing Alanys to someone from Meidas)

"Sand plains and sand mountains. That's a lot of sand."
"Yes. But it's not all sand. There's green, there's rock. There are plants that grow in the sand just as there are plants that grow in the snow. There are the red sands of the east and the golden sands of the west. There is stone painted in red, orange, and white. There's water of the purest blue. There's speckled yellow shrubland, twisting, rolling gorges, and escarpments like fortresses. When the sun touches the horizon, it sets the world on fire."

Also, random non-story-related but world-related thingy that I liked the vibes of. Likely spoken by Moukib to a mortal

Yours is the world at the end of time. Here at the edge of nothing, life goes on, fractured, unbalanced, unstable yet existing still. There is nothing else left but here. It all died uncountable years ago. In some twisting of fate, you are here now, standing at the precipice of cold, quiet emptiness. When this world's time in this reality comes to a close, all will be still and nothing will come after.