MerryMortician
Explorer
Aelspeth smiles nervously, studying the faces of those around and across from her. She's not been out to sea in decades, and never on this plane. Occupying her mind, a tried and true defense against anxiety, she compares two disparities. The mutability of reality in the Outer Realms is to the rigidity of the Prime as the ocean here is to the earth. Her stomach knots as the odorous harbor sails away from her present point in the cosmos. So involved is she with these thoughts that she registers only distantly the warmth against her side. The dog's whining fails to reach her.
Darwin peeks over the side of the sling, chin resting over the taut cloth. His beady eyes remain glazed. When he slowly draws his lips away from his teeth, the expression may seem to Francis any part smile, grimace, or other.
Darwin peeks over the side of the sling, chin resting over the taut cloth. His beady eyes remain glazed. When he slowly draws his lips away from his teeth, the expression may seem to Francis any part smile, grimace, or other.