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Who: Nanaue and you!
When: Mid to late July
Where: Solvunn, Horizon
What: Nanaue encounters new friends (or new nom noms?)
Warnings: Usual sharkman-who-eats-everything warnings, blanket one for animal death and gore. If you'd like to play with him but want to avoid any/all mention of gore, add FRIENDSHIP to the subject line!

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SOLVUNN

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( ooc: animal death mentioned in the rifts prompt below)

[ The easiest place to find Nanaue in the Primary Settlement is lounging around his little red barn. Either fully submerged in his little pond or walking around the outside of his barn curiously picking up discarded fish bones. He brings each one close to his face to inspect them before putting them in a little satchel he has tied to his kilt.

It might be that some of the local youths have been making a game of sneaking to his barn at night to leave little offerings as part of their Guardian Séance, or more likely just as a joke and hazing of younger ones.

The appearance of rifts is also an exciting time for Nanaue! So many new friends! But also, sometimes food! Maybe you catch him in the middle of trying to swallow a whole shifty cow down his gullet, and nearly choking in the process. Could a strong slap to the back help...? Or you might find him covered head to toe in thick needles, sadly trying to pick them off his body one by one... ]

HORIZON

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[ Nanaue's horizon is a peaceful beach. Sparkly magenta butterflies sometimes fly into view, but otherwise it is generally devoid of life.

Walking along you shore you might find quite a few sandcastles and other artistic endeavors left behind from last month when Nanaue 'hosted' a party at his 'speshul plays'. While the waves haven't washed them away yet, they aren't all solid - and he might be upset if you knock them over...

Nanaue can either be found lounging in the sun on the warm sand, staring at the sky with his meaty, webbed hands pointing at the sky. If you look at where he's pointing you might notice the clouds reshaping themselves into shapes, sometimes a shark like himself, or a pig, a rat, a star - as if a child's hand sculpted them.

Or he can be found in his little cave. It smells kind of funky in here, like salt and rotting fish. ]