#kahlee

The aliens’ language is difficult, not in the least for the odd way their voices work, but Kara listens to Ma and Pa speak as carefully as she can and repeats everything they make a point of telling her. Their names, and their words for certain things–“breakfast” is the morning meal, and then the midday meal is “lunch” and the evening meal is “supper”. They don’t have an afternoon meal, but sometimes there’s “snack”, which comes right before bed. They have inorganic lighting in their home, but typically sleep when the sun sets and wake up when it rises, which makes sense for Laborers, she supposes. 

Kal takes his little stuffed dog everywhere he goes, and Kara takes him everywhere she goes. Ma and Pa give her a sling so she can carry him on her back while she works, though they don’t ask her to do very much work. She has to press for more, usually, or just follow them around and help wherever she can. She assumes they think she’s more frail than she is, after the crash, but honestly, being out in the sun and doing work is the best she’s felt since her parents pushed her into her ship. She’s heard how things like chores and physical labor can distract someone from grief, but it’s even more effective than she expected. 

Kahlee Sanders by Makhdosh

This is just a mod that changes the holographic picture on Anderson's desk back at presidium. There is no reason that Anderson would want to put Kaidan's picture beside his work-desk. It would be more logical if Anderson places his lover's picture right on his desk instead of his former crew member, wouldn't it?

Commission for #113034 on LioDen! (You can find me at #60517!)

I tried something new with eyes, but really it was harkening back to how I used to draw them way forever ago? I'm actually very pleased with the results!!

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Art © me

The Forum Sharlayan 1572, 6th Astral Era

“-useless fatuous egotistical-”

L’kahlee Rahm, Speaker of the Sharlayan Viper tribe’s angry voice echoed through the halls of the Sharlayan forum, punctuated by her boots clicking on the marble tiles. She seemed to have run out of things to call them a dozen or so into the list, so Constantine pitched in.

“Short-sighted?”

“-short-sighted, thank you, senseless asinine-”

“Myopic?”

That finally snapped her out of her train of thought fully, and she glared at him. At least she wasn’t yelling anymore. “Myopic *means* short-sighted. You just suggested the same thing twice.”

The big elezen metallurgist clasped his arms behind his head as they walked, looking supremely unconcerned about the sequence of events that had just transpired. “Did I? Huh.”

“Asshole.” She sighed, deflating a bit now that the rage was subsiding. That always happened. “I can’t believe that collection o’ fossils kicked me out. Again.”

“Well, y’did call ‘em fuckers,” Constantine hummed. “‘s not really academia-appropriate language.”

“Yer right, an’ it was a mistake in that I doubt most o’ th’ people in that room have fucked anythin’ in recorded history. Buncha hidebound traditionalist-”

“Can we not start that again?” He reached over to yank Kahlee’s ear, drawing a squall of annoyance and an elbow in the ribs that left him chuckling. “Come on, you’ll think’a somethin’. Y’always do.”

“Oh, I’ve already thought’a somethin’,” Kahlee snarled, bootsteps speeding up. “If they don’t want m’around, I’ll gladly oblige ‘em.”

“Wait, what-”

“We’re goin’ to Eorzea. Me an’ anyone who wants to come with. They can sit here with their thumbs up their asses an’ wait for Garlemald t’wipe everyone else out before they come start in on us if they want. I’m not gonna.” The blonde miqo’te glanced up at him. “Y’in?”

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