Dayseyemay

just a bean trying to write games

novice game designer and tabletop podcaster. check out my wanderhome project on the 2’s company podcast! my games can be found at https://dayseyemay.itch.io/


a short reading inspired by the TTRPG Wanderhome

From atop the bristling pines that now cover the once active mountain city of wedgeton, little J mouse looks out apon the vast expanse that is the Hæthland.

off to the east the salt flats of bea are drying out in the morning sun, as the greatful tide pulls away the ocean responsible for its rich mineral deposits.

in the west J mouse could still see the dancing twin moons, just about to set behind canyons cut deep into the ground. She didn't have a name for them yet, but thought to ask her older sibling G if they had known once.

Now looking down the mountain, past the ruins of old wege that spread out from when the city crashed, J saw the longing meadow. Her meadow, she thought. It was the first place she named after all. The tall grasses swayed and called to her as if they once knew her name too. From the hiden perch J could not see the figures in the meadow, but she knew the bumbles and hoppers were flitting about gathering their pollen and sweeping up the wind.

and she knows: knows that they are not hers. That the land is not hers or could never be. She knows that despite what the storys say, the land was never even the claim of the once floating mountains' king; because land itself can not truly be owned. But from up here, where she is all alone... it's fun pretending to be someone else.

letting out a sigh filled with the dreams of a romanticized journey and the longing for a place of her own, J packed up her book of poems, climbed down the tree and made her way home to help the rest of her siblings prepare for the day.


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