Daria restoration project is it fall yet

#Daria restoration project is it fall yet skin

#Daria restoration project is it fall yet skin

Daria was pretty sure it was a guar-or maybe a kagouti? Its beady lizard eyes studied her for a moment, Daria's pink skin and round face perhaps a novel sight for such a creature. She'd never wanted a loaf of bread so badly in her life.Р”Р„ gaunt Dunmer farmer walked past, his gray hands clasping the reins of his two-legged pack lizard. The smell seeped into every mud-brick apartment and paving stone in Balmora, and she was pretty sure the rest of Morrowind smelled the same way. But always sour, like bad cheese left out for too long in the sun. It all came from kwama-kwama bugs and kwama eggs: smashed into paste, drained and served as soup, roasted in their shells, or served with bitter hackle-lo leaf. Suffused through the rain was the thick and sour smell of the local cuisine. Porters packed the streets, bent under the weight of crates and bulging sacks. Sheets of rain fell from the thick and curdled gray sky, smashing into the adobe roofs and turning the Odai River into a churning soup. The weather worsened as Daria stepped out of the Drenlyn Academy compound. 'How am I supposed to follow him if he's so disingenuous?' Daria wondered again why this Dunmer was with the other foreigners. Just enjoy the nice man's soothing voice.' 'Don't expect him to answer any questions. She'd hoped to offend him, at least, but Ondryn seemed too squishy to get angry at anyone. Anyway, everyone here is welcome.'Р”Вaria narrowed her eyes. look, just let me get through this part and we can have some discussions later. 'If being an outlander doesn't mean you're a bad person, why is it always used as an insult?' She put her glasses back on and raised her hand. However xenophobic the Dunmer might be, the Empire still ruled them. Daughter of an Imperial legal advocate and a Nord merchant. It doesn't mean that we don't like you.'Р”Вaria checked herself. Great House Hlaalu is a friend to the Empire, and we believe there's a place for everyone, even outlanders! Outlander just means you're from somewhere outside Morrowind. 'But I'm here to help you feel like you belong. Daria took them off for a moment, blinking to restore her equilibrium. The thick lenses of her spectacles seemed to warp her shadowy surroundings, blurring and stretching the faces of her peers-all outlanders like her, except for one Dunmer girl at her side. The boors in her old hometown had been one kind of stupid, and the ones here were a different kind. Not, she reminded herself, that she particularly cared what anyone here thought. No one had called Daria an outlander to her face, but she'd heard the word plenty of times already. 'It's a kind of a scary word, isn't it? Hearing it makes you feel like you don't belong.' The students, seated at long wooden benches, writing slates on their laps, remained stone-faced. Standing at the head of his adobe classroom, its deep and dusty shadows somehow made darker by the flickering light of a half-dozen tallow candles, Ondryn smiled even wider. He kept it on as he introduced himself in a soft and tremulous voice, the solicitous expression made all the creepier by the fixed look in his red eyes. Most of the Dunmer she'd seen scowled, and if a typical Dunmer smile was anything like Ondryn's, that was probably for the best. The story follows Daria, an Imperial newly arrived to the city of Balmora in Vvardenfell.))Р”Вaria decided that she hated Sera Ondryn's smile. The idea behind this crossover is to re-imagine the characters of Daria as being natives to Tamriel (though not necessarily to Morrowind itself).

((Posted this on SpaceBattles as well, under the name Alton.