Trash wasn't particularly thrilled to be back in the capital, having already been there far too many times within the past couple months in their humble opinion, but when one is researching ancient history, the Callasta library is where one goes for that, or so they've heard.Trash didn't even bother trying to act like they weren't disgusted by the pompous architecture surrounding them, posture slumped and ragged hood hanging over their face to shield themselves from the sun, which had d...

Trash quite honestly didn't really know where they were. Well, they knew they were in Pragan, but that was the extent of their knowledge as they wandered through an area incredibly unfamiliar to them. They'd clearly taken a wrong turn when heading through the orchard, but couldn't figure out exactly were that wrong turn had been, and so decided to turn their ordeal into an impromptu foraging session. Finding what looked to be a small yet healthy seedling, they figured pulling it out sh...

Trash squinted as the sun shone directly into their eyes. Rosea definitely wasn’t their favourite province, actually not making it into the top five. It was just too… sunny, sandy, crowded. It had too many things to be looking at or listening to or touching at any given time, so Trash tried to spend as little time as possible there, but unfortunately he’d needed to contact someone who absolutely refused to leave the damn vacation spot, so there he was, aft...

Once again in the Capital of Callasta, Trash made his way through the packed streets, multiple other corceis passing by him. A couple more snooty corfolk sneered and moved a little further away form him as they passed, seemingly able to sense just how out of place he was compared to the surroundings of carved marble and glittering gold. Not that he particularly cared what their opinions were. “Eat the rich” was a ...

Trash made their way through the streets at a slow pace, taking in the sights of the Capital. Everything was so much grander than back home, golden pillars glistening in the light and marble streets being far more clean than would be expected with all the foot traffic it gets. A sweet smell caught Trash' attention, the teary-eyed cor turning a corner to follow it to its source, which appeared to be a market, boxes set...