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Nohnahm holds the disc high in the air so that the light reflects off it and upon them all. Dappled purple skins are illuminated, almost from within. "Pretty." She hunkers back down to the ground and places the disc off to the side in a clear patch of grass and then pointedly ignores it.

With a noisy sigh and the creak of aged joints, Nohnahm stands up to retrieve the skin of spirit cider. She stops to pick up a tiny piece of the snake and tucks it into her cheek. She clicks her thanks to Saiuthefas and then stands directly in front of the rustling leaves, facing the group. "Lo...

*While she listens, Nohnahm hands the cider to Thelm and indicates he should pass it on after his turn*

Nohnahm's head snaps up, her gold eyes flashing. "I was forgetting why we left our root caves at all. Melina, tell us a story to remind the reason. Nohnahm is old. She can't keep it all in her head at once anymore." She taps a craggy finger against her temple and grins at the young tribe m...

Nohnahm laughs - more of a cackle really - when Zabka mentions the pink skins. She clicks a greeting to Melina, her gnarled hand beckoning the girl nearer. "Safe here. Not to worry." Her golden eyes swivel back to the man. "Discs? For what? Wearing? Eating? Wooing?" She throws he...

Nohnahm wanders in before long, her tipsy, uneven footsteps giving her away far before she is visible. When she sees Zab, her face crinkles into a smile. "Spiritless haven't eaten you yet, youngling? I still see them not. Maybe they are scared of old Nohnahm." She grimaces fiercely, but it...

Am in Valorn getting drunker by the moment. ((OOC: an unexpected drawback - those few of us left who actively RP have joined the tribe, so there's no "normies" to RP with. lol))