[ Once she sees Koko follow, Castor picks up her pace a little; unwilling to push how long the ground under their feet would tolerate remaining there. ]
Best it keep shifting between' em. 'S a long way to fall when it finally gives.
[ Snow and grey stone melt away to bare, red rock, marked with sediment and smelling of salt and the air turns dry and arid in Castor's wake though she doesn't seem to notice. ]
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Best it keep shifting between' em. 'S a long way to fall when it finally gives.
[ Snow and grey stone melt away to bare, red rock, marked with sediment and smelling of salt and the air turns dry and arid in Castor's wake though she doesn't seem to notice. ]
Damn thing, where is it?!