There was warmth in the tower. She had
forgotten what it felt like, lost in her dreamless sleep. Not much,
but enough to change the feeling of the obsidian under her body. She
stretched out her limbs, stroking the smoothness of the stone below
her, as she stirred.
Below her she could her the faint noise
of voices in the depths of the tower. She had been so lonely, for so
long.
She was hungry.
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I thought we were already at the top of the first tower...
ReplyDeleteActually there was talk of an opening out the side and then a climb up, wasn't there?
Shalom will smite it as soon as he regains the movement of his legs.
:)
Can we go home now, please?
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