"We destroyed the grove we found last time," he rumbled in explanation as he walked across the steaming pumice beside Torchline's resident healer. "But there are always more." Like the whack-a-mole game he had seen played at some of the street fairs in Haulani. Destroy one void-infected area and another would pop up somewhere else along the coast.
In respect for the heat he had donned thick-soled sandals beneath his star-stitched leather trousers, but his muscular chest and arms gleamed in the red light of the nearby volcano, clad only in a light sheen of sweat. His steely hair was pulled back in a tight braid for the day's work, and his emerald eyes scanned the rocky, lava-stitched landscape that rose from the sea in search of the familiar green spike of the molten pineapple plants they sought. Or at least, formerly molten, before they had been corrupted by the Void and turned into hallucinogenic slushies.
"Has the clinic been busy this season?"
Isla
In respect for the heat he had donned thick-soled sandals beneath his star-stitched leather trousers, but his muscular chest and arms gleamed in the red light of the nearby volcano, clad only in a light sheen of sweat. His steely hair was pulled back in a tight braid for the day's work, and his emerald eyes scanned the rocky, lava-stitched landscape that rose from the sea in search of the familiar green spike of the molten pineapple plants they sought. Or at least, formerly molten, before they had been corrupted by the Void and turned into hallucinogenic slushies.
"Has the clinic been busy this season?"
Isla
