My witty verse well has run nearly dry....
But if you must have one ...
♪Comin' to ya
On a dusty road
Good lovin'?
I got a truckload
And when you get it
You got somethin'
So don't worry
Cuz ... Dante's ... comin'?♪
In any case, I'm a soul man, and this is
Chapter 37
The night goes by slowly. Shortly before sunrise, I was struck with
[VISION]
Rotag, the village I had been revived in after being shot, had been converted into a slig barracks by the forces sent out to find me. The natives had been scrubbified, and are in desperate need of assistance.
I see a room of sligs making plans to cross the river in two days to the next village, Oblim. Construction of a temporary bridge was already underway.
[/VISION]
a disturbing vision.
I tried to stand, but soon realized that I hadn’t had any food in the past twenty hours, and, even though I had adapted to eating very little, eating nothing took its toll. I nearly fell over, and leaned against a tree for support.
After a few minutes, the renewed heat of the soon-to-rise sun ground into me. I set to work making a few makeshift canteens out of hollowed-out halves of the gross fruit I had found.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the water in the early morning light, and was a little stunned. I had never actually seen my own face with such clarity. I looked quite ragged and worn. My face was a pale bluish green, and I had a feeling the paleness was from dehydration. My red and black feathers, usually a frantic mess, were drooping in the heat, and tapped the back of my neck. I thought about Bolgemal, the next stop on my journey. Some kind of soul wrecking, mind ravaging torture was supposed to face me there ... but how someone in my position could feel any lower was a mystery.
When I had all the water that I could manage to carry comfortably (in the fruit halves and in my stomach), I set out, not quite willing to spend the whole day as a BigBro. While efficient, it was tiring switching between such differently sized bodies.
It was maybe nine that morning when I spied something in the distance.
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