There was no excitement or anticipation. Zoic had been in that mood before. This time was more calm and spiritual and it would be needed. It would be a pious journey this time around. A mute sense of longing was all he felt. He would often quote story passages, chant the rhymes in songs and poems. This wasn't like before. This time there was an entirely different metric beat in the planet's own sensory.
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Chill Bite
@Chillbite
01 April, 10:28
In response Nackendara Teslar to her Publication
Yayyyy!!! You’re AMAZING!!
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Nackendara Teslar
@Nackendara
01 April, 10:53
In response Chill Bite to his Publication
In the beginning of my novel, he's wearing a cloak and what you'd expect a sage to be wearing. Lots of long fabrics and his hair is long with a braid as an accent. Here he's more like he will read as one of the ship's pilots of the 773.
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