Midnight SnackIt took a rumbling in his stomach to roll Mick Hancock out of sleep. The sleeping hut's ceiling of thatch over a vaulted framework greeted his eyes after they adjusted to the darkness. With a yawn he heaved his chest off the bed's leather surface, shaking his head of blond hair like a dog. As much as Mick appreciated the Azenyan people's hospitality, their curved wooden headrests did not make for comfortable sleeping.Midnight Snack by DaBrandonSphere
At least he didn't think so. Nothembi was still sound asleep, humming lullabies to herself, with her thick bushy hair like a pillow on her own headrest. Moonlight drifted from the hut's entrance to gloss her dark, svelte figure like polished ebony. From her necklace gleamed an ivory star amulet shaped like Mick's old Tejos Rangers badge, a symbol of their matrimonial bond. She was the last person in the world he wanted to wake up.
Again his stomach rumbled. Slipping out of bed, careful not to ruffle its leopard-hide sheet, he scanned the hut's interior for pots and bowls
CM: Beloved's Concession [SandSkow]CM: Beloved's Concession [SandSkow] by HatakeHime
Leaves of various colors swept through the crowds of people who were making their way down the sparsely populated street, business of all the like lit up for a mildly busy Thursday night. Audible noises included the light crunching sounds of the fronds beneath busy feet, rushed voices calling out to close friends, chatter of all sort between parents and children begging for an ice cream cone, along with workers calling out what was on sale.
A young woman in particular, a college freshman who had somehow managed to make it halfway through her semester without fretting too much about grades or all the changes that came with the first step into adulthood, was walking at a relaxed pace down the sidewalk, smiling lightly as she saw the sign she had been looking forward to all through the bus ride there. It was pleasantly lit, not obnoxious or loud as the many of the other stores next to it, with the sign reading “The Duskin Diner.” Although the bus ride had also included a small
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