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Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-21-2012, 01:14 PM

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What stories he had been told of the coast suggested there had once been some sort of building, and he could recall vague memories of such a thing. These were more feelings then visible memories; sunlight, his parents bodies, and the vague sense of being high off the ground. He did not know much beyond this, for his time in this coast had been short lived. The fire had come when he was two months old and only just learning to form words. Most of what he could remember from his childhood was forced back in order to allow him to function—he did not enjoy recalling what times of joy there had once been because it only filled him with resentment.

The horses slowed in the sand, being forced to move at a different pace because of their weight. Ezekiel stopped Viggo fully, and dismounted. “Well, we might as well look around,” he told Myrika, and spared a glance to the ocean. “The horses will need a rest.” Viggo snorted in agreement, having recognized that food would be scarce for them here. Ezekiel had packed supplies on Oblak, but it was a traveler’s rations and favored the horses’ food over their own. The Aquila had intended to hunt, but now recognized that they would likely dine on sea creatures tonight. Few animals had returned to the forest, even after all this time.

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