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silkenfinetrammelsTrivial Negative - Recovering under Two-Edge's loving care: "Winnowill, poor Winnowill...delay she could...prevent she could not!"
Regained - Game #103, Dream, heartgames (in Natsume)
Shareable - Yes, two extra uses.
(This is a relatively trivial memory--except for the little fact that this is the first she learns of her son. WELP.)
Pages - The right-hand column here.
- Memory starts as I'm semi-conscious, weak with pain and exhaustion, clearly badly injured enough that my healing can barely keep up. [FTR she fell what looked like a hundred feet onto a stone floor. And by fell I mean jumped. '-']
- There's a man with me who's...no, not a normal troll. He has the ears of an elf. What is he?
- Cryptic conversation that I don't quite understand, except that it concerns a Lord Voll. He feels important. I'm kind of a mess of failure and self-loathing and a whole batch of complicated sad feelings right now. [Again for context, this is basically a couple thousand years worth of plans failing in a day.]
- And then he calls me "Mother." What? Is he really my son? Did I have a son with a troll? What is going on here?
+ Appearance of Two-Edge.
+ Name of Lord Voll.
+ Apparently my son?!?! Looks like he's half troll? What?!?!
+20 unsure sad feelings maybe?
+30 fail.
+50 WHUT.
Regained - Game #103, Dream, heartgames (in Natsume)
Shareable - Yes, two extra uses.
(This is a relatively trivial memory--except for the little fact that this is the first she learns of her son. WELP.)
Pages - The right-hand column here.
- Memory starts as I'm semi-conscious, weak with pain and exhaustion, clearly badly injured enough that my healing can barely keep up. [FTR she fell what looked like a hundred feet onto a stone floor. And by fell I mean jumped. '-']
- There's a man with me who's...no, not a normal troll. He has the ears of an elf. What is he?
- Cryptic conversation that I don't quite understand, except that it concerns a Lord Voll. He feels important. I'm kind of a mess of failure and self-loathing and a whole batch of complicated sad feelings right now. [Again for context, this is basically a couple thousand years worth of plans failing in a day.]
- And then he calls me "Mother." What? Is he really my son? Did I have a son with a troll? What is going on here?
+ Appearance of Two-Edge.
+ Name of Lord Voll.
+ Apparently my son?!?! Looks like he's half troll? What?!?!
+20 unsure sad feelings maybe?
+30 fail.
+50 WHUT.