AntediluvianIntransigence
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"Did anyone else notice that? I swear, something moved on those stones. Like a chameleon."
Seidreainne's gun whipped to where she thought she saw something move. It couldn't have been paranoia; as tense as she was she never wasn't in control. That's how she stayed alive for this long, by not jumping at or entertaining the darker coners of the mind. Was this some sort of trick? Some kind of illusion of rock dwelling mold or some organism she hadn't seen?
"If we can all listen to the little one and not stuff our hands where they aren't needed, I need to know if anyone else has seen any odd movements. I'm not the superstitious kind but somehing is very unusual about these rocks."
Seidreainne's gun whipped to where she thought she saw something move. It couldn't have been paranoia; as tense as she was she never wasn't in control. That's how she stayed alive for this long, by not jumping at or entertaining the darker coners of the mind. Was this some sort of trick? Some kind of illusion of rock dwelling mold or some organism she hadn't seen?
"If we can all listen to the little one and not stuff our hands where they aren't needed, I need to know if anyone else has seen any odd movements. I'm not the superstitious kind but somehing is very unusual about these rocks."