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An old boat converted for pleasure and shrimping. Caught in the thick fog the heron takes a break on the superstructure. Photographed just after dawn in Penn Cove, Coupeville, WA
I desperately need to know what the umbral arcana was doing when ricky streaked onto stage and started body rolling on misty to cast protection from evil and good bc that must've been hard to hide from the rest of new york
Honestly one of the most important bits of Emily characterization to me in chapter one is how she keeps making promises, she promises the dog isn't a vengeful ghost, she promises to Will that she won't look at the shuck, and it's like she lives such a deeply uncertain life but she's still swearing recklessly she's willing to pledge herself to certainty. And so much of working her out was working out that she would always give her whole being to the world to help it, she just never had the chance until Will. And that's another point of what he's doing, why he's so so important, he gives her the chance to be the stability for others that she needs.
"A new strain of parasite. I deserve it, in a way. I created it."
"For the Merchants? Why?"
"I thought for the government. They're so mixed up with the Merchants now, they work for one another. This 'thing', as you call it, is growing. It's dormant now but it will soon grow larger... and kill me."
Through Mist and Moors: A Clue to Ewan's Disappearance - In the heart of Glenbroch, where rugged hills brushed against the endless sky and ancient legends echoed with every rustle of the wind, a story of camaraderie and resolve unfolded. Ewan, their kindred spirit and an inseparable part of their band, had inexplicably vanished.
His lifelong friends - Hamish, Alistair, and Duncan - traded their jovial conversations and fond memories for a search fraught with tension and uncertainty. Their journey commenced on their tried and true steeds, as seasoned as their friendship and as unwavering as their mutual resolve.
Across three misty days, they navigated the vast green moors, trekked through the whispering woods, their usual hearty banter silenced by growing apprehension. From atop a ridge, their forms hazy in the predawn fog, they surveyed their homeland, their hearts burdened by their missing companion.
On the dawning of the third day, their weary eyes caught a sight in the distance. Through the dense mist, the ancient silhouette of the Standing Stones of Cairngorm emerged. The stones held a cherished place in their shared past; Ewan, intrigued by their mysterious aura, often led them to this place on their childhood escapades. Amidst the foggy distance, a faint glimmer sparked their attention - it seemed strikingly similar to a piece of Ewan's beloved tartan.
As dawn prepared to break, casting the world in a soft, ethereal glow, the trio stood on the ridge, their gaze locked on the distant glimmer amongst the stones. Their hearts filled with a potent mix of hope and concern, they held onto the sight, wondering if they had finally unearthed a clue in their quest for their missing friend.