What a coincidence. Long winded explanations on the nature of self are Sheeana's favorite sport too, right after watching Duncan train half naked and right before playing pranks on Bellonda.
Something that heavy moving across the sands, however, attracts the attention of something else. A ghost-worm thunders out of the sand with an eerie cry, attracted by her rythm. Who knows what kind of damage it can do, if any?
Sheeana is out the door of the church in an instant, moving faster than a human should be able to.
The worm is closing in. Sheeana could stop it of course, but she knows the Amtal rule: You do not know a person or thing until you know their limits
Instead she stood on the other side of the moat of moist sand. "Get over here!" She extended her hand.
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Something that heavy moving across the sands, however, attracts the attention of something else. A ghost-worm thunders out of the sand with an eerie cry, attracted by her rythm. Who knows what kind of damage it can do, if any?
Sheeana is out the door of the church in an instant, moving faster than a human should be able to.
The worm is closing in. Sheeana could stop it of course, but she knows the Amtal rule: You do not know a person or thing until you know their limits
Instead she stood on the other side of the moat of moist sand. "Get over here!" She extended her hand.