“Hucka D., the Nautilus Woods appears to be alive, just like the Rubi Woods.”
Hucka D.:
Yes indeed. The two know each other, borrow from each other. Diagonal. As you’ve guessed. The big black tree.
bb:
It’s not black but it’s a dark Nautilus cypress. It was just dark when I took the pictures.
Hucka D.:
Diagonal black. The peninsula is a place of contact. Meet Place [Meeteor?]. But not the food.
bb:
Makes sense. But what doesn’t really make sense to me is that the cypress doesn’t show up on an inworld map, unlike all the other Nautilus cypresses I know of. Like mine on my property there. The slurl is 244, 244, 24, I believe.
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bb:
Here’s something interesting as well. The two sims the forest mainly lies within are named for words in a Punic language verse in the Roman play Poenulus by Plautus.* Punic is an extinct variety of the Phonecian language according to wikipedia. The sims are Thuulech and Ysthyalm.
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* The verse:
Yth alonim ualonuth sicorathi symacom syth 930
chy mlachthi in ythmum ysthyalm ych-ibarcu mysehi
li pho caneth yth bynuthi uad edin byn ui
bymarob syllohom alonim ubymysyrthohom
byth limmoth ynnocho thuulech-antidamas chon
ys sidobrim chi fel yth chyl is chon chen liful 935
yth binim ys dybur ch-innocho-tnu agorastocles
yth emanethi hy chirs aelichot sithi nasot
bynu yid ch-illuch ily gubulim lasibithim
bodi aly thera ynnynu yslym min cho-th iusim
Ythalonimualoniuthsicorathiisthymhimihymacomsyth 940
And an English translation:
I worship the Gods and Goddesses who preside over this city, that I may have come hither with good omen as to this business of mine, on which I have come; and, ye Gods, lend me your aid, that you may permit me to find my daughters and the son of my cousin; those who were stolen away from me, and his son from my cousin. But here lived formerly my guest Antidamas. They say that he has done that which he was doomed to do. They say that his son Agorastocles lives here. To him am I carrying with me this token of hospitality. He has been pointed as living in this neighbourhood. I’ll make enquiry of these who are coming hither out of doors.
Tell me grey seal. I never learned why meteors were formed.
Sunklands 