Kasmion Duum
Find a way or make one
Some days allowed for dignity. Others required you to trudge sweating down a country road, towing a cart full of gently used stormtrooper armor. Kasmion's water bottle was out. He'd taken to refilling it from the helmets' small reservoirs despite the smell of stormtrooper. He had mud halfway to the knee and his clothes were likely ruined.
All that and it was barely noon.
One of the benefits of telepathy was, hopefully, the ability to mind trick yourself. "You don't need to rest," he told himself, dragging the cart implacable around a gently wooded bend and past a tempting pond. "You don't need to rest."
Aielyn Veralas
All that and it was barely noon.
One of the benefits of telepathy was, hopefully, the ability to mind trick yourself. "You don't need to rest," he told himself, dragging the cart implacable around a gently wooded bend and past a tempting pond. "You don't need to rest."
