[Unfortunately, Myr's relief is palpable. It's positive reinforcement, tossing a silver fish in the direction of something ravenously hungry.
He nods; yes, he does do good work. He can always prove that more is possible, especially now that he seems to have found his niche, the way that is best and most appropriate to demonstrate affection for his Bonded. A competitive one-upsman like him will find a way to top the last effort, even if he's the only one vying for this particular, odd and nearly professional niche.
Deeper, then.
They've reached the point where, paradoxically, he can't see clearly with his eyes still open. They slide shut, and in a waking dream that could only be this immersive between two Bonded and a diviner's touch, he can feel the cool sand molding to the contours of his bare feet, see the moonlight bathing the dunes in bluish light. They could almost be snow...
He takes a step, and his foot sinks, to the ankle, into what feels firm at first, then gives and pops, taking on the texture of gelatin as it pools, and bleeds.
He glances down. Before he'd taken his step, the sand might have peered back.]
Myr...
[Stepping here has created a vacuum. Extracting himself from the squelching grip is taking a moment.]
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He nods; yes, he does do good work. He can always prove that more is possible, especially now that he seems to have found his niche, the way that is best and most appropriate to demonstrate affection for his Bonded. A competitive one-upsman like him will find a way to top the last effort, even if he's the only one vying for this particular, odd and nearly professional niche.
Deeper, then.
They've reached the point where, paradoxically, he can't see clearly with his eyes still open. They slide shut, and in a waking dream that could only be this immersive between two Bonded and a diviner's touch, he can feel the cool sand molding to the contours of his bare feet, see the moonlight bathing the dunes in bluish light. They could almost be snow...
He takes a step, and his foot sinks, to the ankle, into what feels firm at first, then gives and pops, taking on the texture of gelatin as it pools, and bleeds.
He glances down. Before he'd taken his step, the sand might have peered back.]
Myr...
[Stepping here has created a vacuum. Extracting himself from the squelching grip is taking a moment.]
You... have a lot on your mind.