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| "Hung like" takes on a whole new meaning! |
I
just finished writing this section of Constable
of Aqualinne yesterday, and I loved how this ended so much, I wanted to
share it with you. Not a big spoiler at
all, and I knew where this was going, but it came up so nicely, I felt like
sharing with all you wonderful people.
Please
enjoy!
Sterben led the
way, deeper into the Old Forest, but still along the track they had been
following in the cart. The leaves above
were still green, most dark almost to being black. Sunlight and blue sky peaked down through the
canopy, but in rare moments which grew less and less as they walked. Aubrey’s cane sank into the earth and carpet
of old leaves. She had to move
carefully, around branches, and over roots that had ripped up through the
track. Sterben moved well, but moderated
his pace to accommodate her. Even though
the day was cool, and they marched in the relative shade provided by the trees,
Aubrey felt her undershirt soak with sweat.
She moved her hand to open the top button of her collar and found she’d
already undone it minutes earlier.
“Break?” Aubrey
suggested.
Sterben took two
more steps before he registered the request.
He turned back and nodded to Aubrey.
“Good a place as
any,” he said, and pulled free a canteen of water. He took a long, deep pull, some of it running
down through his moustaches.
Aubrey was
surprised to find she was out of breath.
They hadn’t walked that fast or that far, but she felt
light-headed. She tilted her head back,
and felt beads of sweat run down her scalp and along the back of her neck. She pulled out a handkerchief, mopped at her
forehead, behind her ears and across her neck, and stopped when she saw the
centaur staring at her.
So
what did you think? Please tell me in
the comments!
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