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A rolling down the river
Oct. 31st, 2016 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rock_dsA persistent rain pattered down on the wide lake. The day was early. But you wouldn't know it under the monochrome sky. The miserable day was punctuated by only one oddity. A large roll of logs slowly rotating about 50 feet off a sandy shore.
The entire thing was wrapped with several writhing ropes and gave odd shudders. Giving the whole thing the look of an over large faggot, left to float in the rippling water.
As the end of the logs faces land again, a call billowed out from half strained lungs as sopping mop of blue and green hair was slipped out of the way.
"For the love of The Returned could someone help me?" The call was more exasperated than expectant. But it carried to the shoreline as the logs turned on the whorls and eddies.
The entire thing was wrapped with several writhing ropes and gave odd shudders. Giving the whole thing the look of an over large faggot, left to float in the rippling water.
As the end of the logs faces land again, a call billowed out from half strained lungs as sopping mop of blue and green hair was slipped out of the way.
"For the love of The Returned could someone help me?" The call was more exasperated than expectant. But it carried to the shoreline as the logs turned on the whorls and eddies.
