“mawey…” blinking bluesalt crystals dancing in front of my eyes. “mawey, wake up.” i do not want to hear me'wals voice. i do not want to recognize the smell of…
under a drowning sky a landscape of green bolo by bolo on our way to the sea and all the bluesalt we need this was my dream, a harbinger on my birthday night…
not all of the creatures we meet are a danger for the bolo. we met some of the wicked uberheads today. they are not what we'd call friends of the tribe, but…