we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Once Jata slides down her wing, Wessex returns to her human form, also doing a little stretch, though her muscles will never grow stiff and ache the way the Flood’s do. “Aye, Ghilio’s down in a hole of sorts, I think.” Which is to say, she knows only what the book has told her and what her eyes saw that day. There are, however, plants aplenty now, and signs that the deity is taking the water offerings well. Nodding to indicate that she’s following his suggestions, she takes hold of one end of the tub and begins to pull it (as smoothly as possible) across the dry earth after him.
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