WHO: Anders, Audra, Julius + Guests WHAT: Investigating the ruins of Adamant. WHEN: Some time this month, handwavily. WHERE: The Western Approach. NOTES: Will edit as appropriate.
Talking out here sometimes seems too loud. Even the buzz of bugs gets startling, a sudden zip and then it's all still again. But silence is oppressive after too long.
"There's nothing quite like a rainstorm in the desert. If it actually... comes." There's also few things quite as ominous as a storm that threatens but never breaks. It's like being followed, and Anders never likes being followed. "I wonder if it will steam on the rocks; it's nearly warm enough."
Warm is a bit of an understatement. But Anders loves the heat and the light, especially the dry heat here, and it's something to talk far too loudly about.
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"There's nothing quite like a rainstorm in the desert. If it actually... comes." There's also few things quite as ominous as a storm that threatens but never breaks. It's like being followed, and Anders never likes being followed. "I wonder if it will steam on the rocks; it's nearly warm enough."
Warm is a bit of an understatement. But Anders loves the heat and the light, especially the dry heat here, and it's something to talk far too loudly about.