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2023-11-08 08:41 pm (UTC)
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He shimmies again, looking bewildered, and then shakes his head.
"I tell you, Eligre, we will be sore in the morning. But for now, no I just feel a mite faint."
He pets his head, feeling headachey and dehydrated more than anything. Luka lays with his cheek against hers, looking into Kaivodulin's face.
"That plant is going to leave nothing but our bones and a puddle of sweat behind."
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Date: 2023-11-08 08:41 pm (UTC)"I tell you, Eligre, we will be sore in the morning. But for now, no I just feel a mite faint."
He pets his head, feeling headachey and dehydrated more than anything. Luka lays with his cheek against hers, looking into Kaivodulin's face.
"That plant is going to leave nothing but our bones and a puddle of sweat behind."