I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
“Torchline is wonderful,” Wessex says with a genuine smile, thinking of the city, the people, the mermaids, the water. “The ocean never ceases to amaze me - it goes on and on and on, and it can be so deep, and as dark as LongNight.” What unique things it might hold, other than Ghost Whales and mermaid and the - what was it, Cloud Manta? And then that’s it, a decision has been made, but it relies on something else - “Are you going there for LongNight?” she asks, all of a sudden a little more insistent. Protective. Yes, let’s call it protective.
Sands though, and a desert… it sounds hot, but not hot-hot. It doesn’t sound like a place where lava-based creatures might live. And Eirachi had said a cave to her kin - which sounds like it’s in the mountains, rather than across it. “Do you know of a creature called a Fyrhund? Or a spirit - goddess, maybe - called Eirachi? “ Propping her elbows up on her knees, she watches Osozo and waits for what feels like an inevitable no, knowing that she had to ask anyway.
Sands though, and a desert… it sounds hot, but not hot-hot. It doesn’t sound like a place where lava-based creatures might live. And Eirachi had said a cave to her kin - which sounds like it’s in the mountains, rather than across it. “Do you know of a creature called a Fyrhund? Or a spirit - goddess, maybe - called Eirachi? “ Propping her elbows up on her knees, she watches Osozo and waits for what feels like an inevitable no, knowing that she had to ask anyway.
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