09-16-2012, 05:43 PM
Sinopa flapped her wings around a bit to cool herself and the others off; just to stir a small breeze, really. "Mmm, I can already taste the catfish! I found some old preserved spices in that shack outside town; they don't taste too moldy so I figure we can use that. Bit spicy though."
Back in Utopia, Diane had returned home and was unwrapping her hands from boxing bandages as she glared at her well-worn punching bag. She'd ripped a new hole in the one side and she'd have to patch it later. With a grimace she flopped down into her easy chair, leaning back and closing her eyes as she wiped sweat off of her forehead. She felt a bit better now, but she knew she'd be better off if she stayed in for a few days.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...