Very well, I admit, you are correct. But I am not jesting in this moment.
[ And for a time, he is as good as his word: he concentrates only upon cooling down, limbs spread, feeling the dangerous, shivery weakness at last begin to fade. He has suffered this kind of strain before: Thanalan, then Gyr Abania, then Amh Araeng. He is not a creature made for the desert. As the temperature drops, the strain eases along with it, and he knows this was the right decision.
Of course, he turns his head, and spies a slim back wrought in pale skin and glittering crystal.
He just as quickly turns his head back.
Shite.
He is forced to look again when the Exarch approaches with water and by then, it is all over, because he is sitting up and sipping water and looking upon that which none of them have actually looked upon.
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[ The end of Six's tail flicks back and forth. ]
Very well, I admit, you are correct. But I am not jesting in this moment.
[ And for a time, he is as good as his word: he concentrates only upon cooling down, limbs spread, feeling the dangerous, shivery weakness at last begin to fade. He has suffered this kind of strain before: Thanalan, then Gyr Abania, then Amh Araeng. He is not a creature made for the desert. As the temperature drops, the strain eases along with it, and he knows this was the right decision.
Of course, he turns his head, and spies a slim back wrought in pale skin and glittering crystal.
He just as quickly turns his head back.
Shite.
He is forced to look again when the Exarch approaches with water and by then, it is all over, because he is sitting up and sipping water and looking upon that which none of them have actually looked upon.
After a time: ]
Pepebehi won the bet.