Image Description: Hazel, a Dunesfolk Lalafell, getting a medical examination from Chessamile at Spagyrics in the Crystarium. Chessamile's back is to the camera, with Hazel giving her usual flat expression even while holding her mouth open and letting her almost glowing green eyes make make contact with hers. Her red hair is neatly brushed.\
Text Snippet: Chessamile sighs, moving her index finger along the girl's bottom lip. "Well, as best as I can tell, all your teeth and gums are in good health. Certainly better than *someone's*, at least. No pain anywhere? L- No no, don't shake your head dear." Hazel sighs, glancing over to the side. She still doesn't get what people are REALLY saying when they ask her things. Is it just to come with age?
Image Description: Ozott, a Tholl dwarf, in their default "Mud Green" armor looking over to the colorful cast of Watt's Anvil, made up of Ronitt, a helmless Ozogg, Karutt, and the two helmetless outsiders Giott and Renamo. Renamo, Ozogg and Karutt look to be in open conversation while Giott is curled forward laughing and Ronitt looks incredibly flustered. Ozott, meanwhile, is sat on the ground a short distance away, looking over his shoulder at them as if attempting and failing to muster up the courage to join.
Text Snippet: The rose haired Dwarf laughs, standing tall over his peers. "Oh please, surely you've figured out by now that dressing fine doesn't mean I've forgotten how to use my hands." Giott laughs, and Ronitt throws up his hands in embarrassment. Out of sight, Ozott sighs. How is it so *easy* for him to do it, to speak with that confidence? Why can't he do that too?
Image Description: Taynor, a young elf, struggling to pull Cerigg up the stairs of the Pendants. His face is a mixture of frustration and exertion, with his teeth visible as he grimaces trying to pull his much larger guardian to their room. Despite the cool blue of night through the blue crystalline ceiling, they're lit in a yellow-orange light from behind the camera.
Text Snippet: Taynor grunts with exertion, his legs quaking as he pulls Cerigg up the stairs. "You... lout...!" he grumbles, debating the perks of just leaving the man in the cold. If naught else, it might teach him a lesson! Yet despite the complaints of his brain and his legs he pulls on, hoping that none of the contents of his pockets empty themselves between the stairs of the Pendants.
Image Description: Sali-Rue, a blue-gray skinned Mystel, sits with her back to a cage door keeping her locked up. She grimaces in a mixture of pain and rage, her right hand covering the right side of her face and her left clutched in a fist while she glares at nothing in particular with her singular yellow eye. She's wearing a Eulmoran Guard uniform, though missing her helmet and stripped of her weapons.
Text Snippet: Sali-Rue grunts in pain, gripping the right side of her head with an iron grip. It's been hours, but the pain still burns like acid. She couldn't see anything through it even if she *were* to remove her hand from her bloodied face, so she keeps it tight, hoping the pressure dulls the pain. Sooner or later her sentence will come, and all she can do is wait...
/Six Months Prior/
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