#like nobody blames her for it but like drunk dyrwodians also don’t care you feel

[stylishanachronism]

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So in my quest to flesh out Dyrwodian politics I have come up with several things that amuse me, so current daydream fic is ‘the elopement of lady Araminta’ in which Minta does not elope, but does take a look at the politcosocial situation five years precanon and goes ‘hm this is bad’ and talks her way into becoming the Dyrwood’s ambassador to the Deadfire just before luminous adra becomes a thing.

Then there’s lots of twisty diplomatic stuff that does not make the Dyrwood a major power in the region by any stretch of the imagination, but does get Brackenbury ‘clean’ academic grade adra, a ready supply of high quality cotton, rice, and various fancy new dyes, and keeps Minta herself away from trouble.

Also she gets married.