half across the world from me
lie the lands I’ll never see-
As the familiar mental voice filtered into his mind, Loren twisted around. Although he was trapped, his loose skin easily let him turn his head to regard Amalia, who apparently was an otter. Or at least, that’s what he assumed.
Her presence calmed him, which was good because the thrashing was just making it worse. It’s me, yes. And I’m fine, just stuck. Although he wasn’t quite as panicked, he still was annoyed at his predicament.
That annoyance grew at her question. No I figured I'd just lay here a bit longer, enjoy my mudbath. His thoughts came out more sharply than he'd intended, and he sent a pulse of apology along with the mental equivalent of a sigh. Sorry. I don't like being restrained. Yes, I would appreciate a hand. His words were underscored with more than a bit of embarrassment.
Her presence calmed him, which was good because the thrashing was just making it worse. It’s me, yes. And I’m fine, just stuck. Although he wasn’t quite as panicked, he still was annoyed at his predicament.
That annoyance grew at her question. No I figured I'd just lay here a bit longer, enjoy my mudbath. His thoughts came out more sharply than he'd intended, and he sent a pulse of apology along with the mental equivalent of a sigh. Sorry. I don't like being restrained. Yes, I would appreciate a hand. His words were underscored with more than a bit of embarrassment.
where I travel goes my heart
with me wanders my desire
LOREN
