Today's OneWord: Farther
"Just a little farther," Quinoni panted, "and then we can rest."
Arvey was grateful for that. They sat together under a large gnarled tree - too proud to be willow, too depressing to be oak or redwood. Quinoni opened up a canteen of something stronger than water, and Arvey drank more of it than she expected. When she passed the flask back, her knuckles brushed against Quinoni's outstretched fingers. It caused a spark somewhere deep in her stomach, something she hadn't felt since Mistress Kor disappeared.
Arvey was grateful for that. They sat together under a large gnarled tree - too proud to be willow, too depressing to be oak or redwood. Quinoni opened up a canteen of something stronger than water, and Arvey drank more of it than she expected. When she passed the flask back, her knuckles brushed against Quinoni's outstretched fingers. It caused a spark somewhere deep in her stomach, something she hadn't felt since Mistress Kor disappeared.
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