full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun chuckled, the sound dark and low. ”Now that would be spoiling the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Once again, he gently nudged Maea with his hip. ”It’s tropical. That means it’s warm, and sunny, and sandy, with palm trees and all sorts of beautiful creatures in a riot of colors roaming the beaches.” He did his best to paint the picture with his words as surely as he would with a canvas.
Before he could quip back to her, she stumbled. He did his best to catch her, to support her, to hold her up as she coughed. ”Easy now. The road’s close, and from there it’s just a quick trip back to civilization.” Indeed, he could see the path, his Ascended eyes having no trouble piercing the seemingly ever present snow in Halo.
Before he could quip back to her, she stumbled. He did his best to catch her, to support her, to hold her up as she coughed. ”Easy now. The road’s close, and from there it’s just a quick trip back to civilization.” Indeed, he could see the path, his Ascended eyes having no trouble piercing the seemingly ever present snow in Halo.
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