They protest it’s not like the gentle swaying of a ship more an incessant vibration than a rocking. I’ve never been to sea, so I politely nod. Then they complain about the noises. I nod again. Ah’Taconschientee possesses a quiver and a clamor of course–I just don’t understand their objection.
I am one of the few [...]
Day 77: Tacons are Agoraphobic