Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)12:57 No. 1117973 ID: a6401c
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>Oops, all parables
Sashi sits up in her bed. She sniffles and rubs her eye for a while.

Sashi: Can you ree-- reed me from the Hums of, erm… Hums of deh... Daga Hums please?

Ah yes, the classic Dagan Hums. Dama steps towards the bookshelf, plucks the religious text, and sits upon Sashi’s bed. Deemus is placed in her lap.

Dama: Hmm. It’s been a time since we’ve peeked into the Dagan Hums. But I think I’ve got the story. The Farmer of Wides.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)12:58 No. 1117974 ID: a6401c
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There was a farmer in Wides named Suyr, he worked his life upon soil. Much so that age took his body; his hands calloused and fingers curled. Suyr inherited his father’s farm; it had always been on the brink of failure. Crops were seldom fruitful. And Suyr made just enough to sustain only himself--he had neither companion nor offspring.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)13:05 No. 1117976 ID: a6401c
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So Suyr raked the fields under sweltering heat with dust in his eyes. Then he unearthed a vessel in the driest dirt, and released from the vessel was the dryad Amete--one of many nymphs under Buthys, Goddess of the Harvest.

“You released me from my vessel. I thank you, farmer.” Amete said, “The land has since dried up. Ask me, farmer, what power left I may bless you with. But heed, for what you receive from me your greatest rival will receive doubly.”

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>To make this a lil' interesting you may have Sashi interrupt or speak at any point while I update--unless you all want to be good chupian boys and girls and remain silent.

"And then Suyr drinked the vessel!"

"I wish to be half-blind, half-deaf and half limp"

We allowed to guess how this ends? Here' my guess. He wishes for a copy of her for companionship and love since he hardly cares if his rival gets 2 copies as long as he has one. She's so touched by this that while the rival gets 2 cheap copies he gets the real thing. OR for the evulz, he wishes his life was half-ruined.

>>1117984
You may guess how it ends! Or even provide commentary. Or try to make Dama laugh.

Was deh dwyad pwitty?

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)14:50 No. 1117998 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: I want him to drank de wessel! He hyah hyah!

Dama: No hon, he doesn’t do that. That’s not how the story goes.

Sashi: I want him tuh... to uh... dey kiss and marry to be you and mom cuz... becuz she can be pretty like MOM!

Dama: Very thoughtful of you. Shall I continue?

Sashi: they kissth

--

Suyr indeed had a rival Roytr whose land was fruitful and green. Suyr had been very bitter of Roytr’s success since the beginning. So Suyr ponders.

The farmer could wish for riches, but his adversary would be wealthier.

The farmer could wish for fruitful harvest, but his foe would earn a great quantity.

The farmer could wish for renown, but his opponent would overshadow him.

The farmer could wish for a family, but his rival would have a vast progeny.

At last the farmer decided his wish, and thusly spoke, “Amete, o’dryad of Buthys. I have found my wish.”

>You may continue to interrupt and banter.

did he wish for a kiss

What if He wished to be better than his rival?

Loophole’d

He wishes to fall in love with his rival!

>>1117998
If... if it was bafftime... would the lady be a wet ad?
<gaaaasp> he could wish for ALL th brittew chips in the world!

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)17:09 No. 1118017 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: A kissth!

Dama: Hmm?

Sashi: He, uh, should ask for a kiss.

Dama: That would be nice, wouldn’t it? But it may surprise you what his wish ends up being.

--

Amete reminds, “Again you must heed; for what you receive from me your greatest rival, sole opponent, your lifelong adversary will be granted your wish doubly.”

And so Suyr said to Amete, “I wish to surrender one of my eyes.”

Amete fulfills the farmer’s wish, and removes one of his eyes. Then she removed the eyes of Roytr, crippling the man of sight. The fulfillment had Amete return to Buthys’ golden acres of wheat. Suyr continued his work upon the dry field slackened by his vision. Yet he worked.

>The story aint over yet! You may continue to interrupt and banter.

How about turning the tables and wishing for the rival to have this wish? Whatever 2 things rival wishes for get doubled to himself so he wins more!

>>1118017 ...Only to find his rival has loved ones to take care of him in his blindness. For peak irony he loses his only eye in an accident soon-ish and has nobody himself.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)18:01 No. 1118021 ID: a6401c
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Word had reached Buthys Goddess of Harvest. Buthys was displeased to learn what came of Suyr’s request. The Goddess of Harvest stepped down from her throne to confront him.

The Goddess Buthys said, “Did you give your eye to cripple another?”

He said. “Yes I have.”

And this angered The Goddess Buthys, “How selfish! How miserly! How confounding you were willing to suffer by your own hand, as long as another party suffers more. And as long as you know another suffers more, you can bear your miserable life!”

>You may continue to interrupt and banter.

And while she was busy ranting, he stole back all the eyes an’ now he got FOUR eyes for super vision!

Suyr expected to be rewarded. It was the nature of the society that evolved in the Goddess' creation.
When Suyr started out, he shared his crops with the neighboring farmers, and they shared in turn. But the king's men took extra taxes for every crop shared. They learned to stop sharing and the taxes lessened.
Then, Suyr tried to tend to his own farm and the king's taxes, and nothing else. The king's men took more and more and expected higher quotas and gave restrictive orders that left his crops withered.
The last time Suyr beat his neighbor, the King's men looked on, then smiled, then brought him to the pub for a pint, then gave him high-quality seeds and five slaves. Every time he hurt his rivals, his farming became sustainable, something worth doing, something worth living for.
The message of madness had been burned into his brain. Hardship requires sacrifice. Hardship leads to acceptance.

Suyr could not hate the guards. He had been taught not to, for the guards were the extensions of the king's will, and the king was the extension of the goddess' will. Or so he had been forced to recite day after day.

He shudda askfer brittew chips.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)19:44 No. 1118028 ID: a6401c
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Then The Goddess Buthys said to Suyr, “You shall work for the rest of your days and reap nothing. And as you work you will feel the weight of the sun.”

And so Suyr’s hair fell. His skin wrinkled and burned. “Let any ilk and brood of Suyr bear the same weight for what he has done,” The Goddess Buthys said before departing.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)19:45 No. 1118029 ID: a6401c
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Dama: And the farmer was left alone worse off than before. But every so often he thinks about his opposite, and can bear his punishment a little better.

Dama: But only for a brief moment. He never thought of what he could’ve wished for instead.

Dama: The End.

Dama: I hope you learn something from that. Did you like that story, Sashi?

If I can make a wish, I’d wish my new brother or sister would be born tonight

(Tempting fate)

but what about his kiss????????

Yah, he was dumb and shoulda asked for a kiss so he got punished

Sashi: Did Buthys get angry at Amete? Because I think Amete could have just said no to a farmer instead of ripping some other farmer's eyes out. Wasn't it partly Amete's fault for giving the farmer the choice in the first place?

>>1118029
He shoulda wished to have a better farm than his rival! (and the dryad would have to figure out that logical paradox)

Kill god before she can punish us for our sins... got it.

>>1118029
Now would be the logical time to start crying.
Burble something about not wanting to be bald.

Why'd he stay a farmaa if he gaht cuhs-ed?

>>1118029

This is how you mentally scar the child.

Dama 2025/11/29(Sat)17:22 No. 1118121 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: N-no kiss?

Dama: No kiss. He was a bad man.

Sashi: No kiss from his mam?

Dama: Maybe...

Sashi: What happen to deh, uhm, de uh… the pretty princess? She grounded?

Dama: Amete? I don’t think she was punished. Maybe she couldn’t refuse the wish. The goddesses are mysterious and have different rules than mortals.

Sashi: So is he bald forever? Like uhm... is that why uh, erm, is that Vako’s grandpa?

Dama: It’s a story written long ago. Some versions of the Dagan Hums say he’s the first bald chupian. Of course, it’s not where equatorian chupians really originate--uh--come from.

Dama: I believe your maternal third great grandfather was one, as was your mother’s great grand uncle.

A bell rings from the kitchen.

Dama: Sounds like it’s time to eat. Wash your hands now.

Sashi: ♪ Washin’ haaaands, washin’ mah haaaaands. Loo loo loo loo washin’ the---duh haaaaands ♫

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/29(Sat)17:23 No. 1118122 ID: a6401c
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The Yamelle-Damas sit around the table. The aroma of cooked brontoroc fills the air. Dama helps Sashi onto her booster seat. Bite-size chunks of meat and sliced steamed roots are already on her plate. Deemus gets his bib and high chair. He’ll be having some mashed beets. Ma eases into her creaky seat.

Yamelle: There we go. Whew! I’ve been standing and walking all day!

Dama: I wish you’d stay in the house a little while--just until the baby comes. I’d be more than content to do the errands.

Yamelle: I’ve told ya I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, hunny.

Da grumblesighs. He chews on some brontoroc.

What do they discuss at the dinner table?
→ Literally any topic, I guess.
→ Juicy gossip perhaps
→ Tonight's town meeting

Yamelle should tell Dama about her suspicions the meeting hides a surprise

>>1118122
Share the day.
Da talks about the kids focusing on the good parts and maybe some of the hijinks in the bath house earlier.
Ma talks of the town meeting while wondering if she should share her suspicions about her two pals curious behaviour.

Ask Ma what she would make a wish for from Amete?

>>1118139
This

>>1118140
Seconded.
Its a very nice idea.

If his farm, with which he could barely sustain himself, is cursed to yield nothing, it doesn't sound like "the rest of his days" would be long... or that he could even have a descendance.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/30(Sun)22:21 No. 1118196 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: Mahm? smock smak

Yamelle: Yes, dearie? Don’t smack your lips like that and sit up, please.

Sashi: If you had uh had uhm a wish for uhhh princess uhmm and you had to... going to... you... she give it to you uhhh... you can have anything and you wish for... uh... then you turn bald.

Sashi: What would you say?

Yamelle: I wish you’d try a piece of that scrumptious root!

Sashi: Uhhhhhh... No! Something else!

Yamelle: In that case I’ll have to think about it! Just nibble a bit. That one.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/30(Sun)22:23 No. 1118197 ID: a6401c
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Dama: Wife. While you were out I let one of the babysitters know when we leave for the meeting.

Yamelle: Hmm.

Dama: Unless... we decide not to go.

Yamelle: I’m still not sure what the fuss is. Aaji and Soie say it’s just about fences. Sashi, sit your butt down. But the way they were acting seemed odd.

Dama: Doesn’t sound that way with Doedi.

Yamelle: Perhaps it’s a surprise! But I wonder what for.

Dama: Do they know they’re a little late for our birthdays?

Yamelle: Can’t be the anniversary of our marriage. Or the grand opening.

Dama: Maybe it’s not about us. Sashi. Don’t do that.

Yamelle: Then why the secrecy?

Dama: I don’t know. When did we move in?

Yamelle: About eight years. I remember it was a winter! So it couldn’t be that.

Dama: May as well be an award. Ah well--no use speculating.

What do the Yamelle-Damas decide about the meeting?
→ and perhaps move onto another topic

might as well see what the meeting is about

Nah. You can afford to ignore some meeting about the exact measurements of picket fences.

Probably best to go to see what the fuss is about. Dama has huge sway in his opinion after all, might be best for him to be there.

They should go but, take their time getting there. Enjoy the walk, enough to arrive just a bit late. Just to tease whoever's running this for being sneaky

Let's go!

But not alone. Let's meet up with some friends who are also going and comingle on our way there!

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/04(Thu)22:26 No. 1118488 ID: a6401c
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Ma hums. All is quiet but the wind brushing against the old bathhouse and the clock ticking on the wall.

Yamelle: I suppose we should just go anyway when it’s time. There’s probably something you can sway if the neighborhood is planning something big. I’ll look after the younglings before then.

Yamelle: The workers should be coming in any minute. They can make do without us for an hour, too.

Dama: I’ll tell them about holding the fort.

--

With dinner over, the shop reopens and clients walk in. Dama showers up early. It takes him a moment to realize his regular boyos were absent; thine chupian ears are unyapped of inconvenient marriage stories. He murmurs and resumes his hygienic duties.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/04(Thu)22:26 No. 1118489 ID: a6401c
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Da and Ma gussy up after a couple hours. Nothing too special, it’s just a town meeting after all. They exit their shop and reach the town square--the intersection before turning uphill towards the temple.

Dama: Let’s not rush--for the baby. Also to enjoy the walk. And if we’re late... who cares.

Yamelle: Ya know, I rarely take time to appreciate the town! I’m always taking quick trips back and forth shopping like it’s going out of style. For once I can admire how nice this village is.

>Let’s meet up with some friends who are also going
Yamelle: You wouldn’t happen to have seen any of our friends, would you?

Dama: Hmm. No I have not--now that you mention it. The usuals haven’t come in this evening. Barlou and Yefan typically would, but I showered alone.

Yamelle: They must be with their families.

A while later on their leisurely stroll.

Dama: Hmm.

Yamelle: What is it?

Dama: Town’s a bit quiet.

Yamelle: Yeah! Eerie, isn’t it? Well that’s because they’re all at the Temple, silly!

Dama: Right. Of course.

There’s a slight sinking feeling in Wife’s chest.

Yamelle: Maybe... maybe we should pick up the pace a little bit. I-I wouldn’t want them to think something’s happened to us if we take too long to get there.

>>1118489
What's with that long shadow?

Use moment of quiet to kiss wife.