Old walls by Angelika Stephan Via Flickr

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1. Where can your Tav be recruited?  Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region?  Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

I think Tamsin could be found near the Owergrown Ruins, watching the building and looters from afar. She would ask Tav's help to loot the pace and finding supplies. She wouldn't be against to kill the looters but would prefer a peaceful outcome to preserve her power for whats inside.

Companion!Tav Asks

Moss green for the colour thing

That's a fair assumption, but net, undiluted cottagecore is a bit too twee and frilly for me.

Too much cutesy sundresses and jam-making in little aprons and not enough abandoned, owergrown urban spaces and crumbling castes.

Inktober day 14: OVERGROWN  (  vacation )

Done for the Inktober by Vareforskers. #Inktober #Inktober2019 #inktoberday14 #owergrown #vareforskers

UE4 - Owergrown Metro Station by Volodymyr Stepaniuk https://www.artstation.com/artwork/mDqYby

the only explanation for the fact that for three years no one was owergrown 

Inktober 2019 day 14 OWERGROWN . . Giorno 14 di Inktober. SMISURATO. . День 14 арт-марафона инктябрь ПЕРЕРОСШИЙ

14.overgrown. (МО: 14. птичий 30.разговор) "И как ни странно, Птица не стала спорить, не сказала «причём здесь рассвет» и тому подобное, а просто полетела. Впрочем, она вообще-то и никогда подобного не говорила. Минуты (или часы?) ожидания были тягостны, как когда взрослые с тобой не разговаривают и, что хуже того, не дают никаких вкусностей. Их мир, радостный мир Бобритании, просыпался. Сейчас, уже совсем скоро, проснутся все... особенно папа... Они стояли, сливаясь с шумом прибоя и тишиной камней, с утренним кликом чаек и далёким дыханием моря. Им изо всех сил надо было уже отплывать, а Птицы всё не было. И Бобредонт не выдержал. Он закричал. А может быть, зашипел, – как вам угодно. – Би!.. Би!.. Би!.. – растерянно посылал он звуки в разные стороны сдавленным голосом, одновременно и старясь быть услышанным, и боясь слишком явно их всех обнаружить. Но Птицы нигде не было." Вот иллюстрация, вот текст сказки. Сошлось? #eorinabook #eorinaart #ink #inktober #inktober2019 #inktober_russia #inktoberrussia2019 #Инктобер #инктобер2019 #инктоберроссия2019 #alexandradikaia_mo #alexandradikaia_mo_14_30 #графика #graphic #graphicart #bookgraphic #bookillustrations #bookarts #kidlit #illustration #illustration_best #bookforkids #aquarelle #owergrown #illustrationartists #inktober_russia2019 #иллюстрация https://www.instagram.com/p/B3d_X4SBnGW/?igshid=15s28as5cq4xm

15/8/2018

Today I started something new - On an Owergrown Path by my beloved Leoš Janáček, great czech composer. You can find his name mostly in Ostrava and Brno - from Janáček conservatory to his philharmonic orchestra. This year in Ostrava we celebrate 90th year aniversary from his death so you can visit plenty of festivals and concerts with Janáčeks music.

(please let me know about any mistakes in grammar)

Hey guys Here I’m trying to challenge myself not only in writing, but in English too Welcome, here comes the cool stories

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The Old Lady was sitting on the shore of the lake in her rocking chair and knitting. Around her the picturesque​ view was looming: mountain snow-capped peaks rose above the clouds, the wind swayed old trees growing around, dazzling cold sun casted glares on the mirror surface of the water. The tiny neat house flaunted behind the lake. Everything around was amazing. But the Lady kept sitting and knitting . Her shawl embroidered with curious patterns was laying on the old shoulders and trying to run away with the wind all the time.

The Sun was going to hide behind the mountain slope, the deep shadow came on the valley. Fireflies started to go out from their holes and all surrounding became like alive sky full of stars. Two star-shining fishes swam to the shore of the lake, playing with each other in strange fish games. The old lady unbent her back, exhausted for years and after few minutes of searching something in her bosom she took out a piece of stale bread and crumbled it to the fish. In this moment the mischievous wind picked up Lady’s clew of yarn and threw it into the water. The fish adored the game with it and took it away to the hazy bottom of the lake.

Lady’s knitting started to untwine, it was taken too far with the fish. Here it was completely untwined and the Lady was holding just the end of the yarn with her old wrinkly fingers.

The yarn tore and swam away following the clew. For one moment the deep sadness appeared on her face but it quickly changed to humble senility with a shadow of smile. She let the remaining peace of the yarn go from her hands and suddenly vanished into the blue.

***

The wind was swaying the old rocking chair owergrown with moss and ivy and howling through the dark holes from the windows in the tiny house. Fireflies flew in the flocks over the gloom. Cold light of the orange-like sun replaced by a gelid grin of the full moon.