There is a flat expanse of greyish dirt, mostly old cracked mud, dusty and worn. A few low hills break up the monotony here and there.
To the west, a shimmer of distant water. To the north, a smudge of green. To the south, the spiky silhouettes of mountain peaks. To the east, only a sliver of sun just beginning to peek over the flat grey horizon.
"Cute cute cute!" Tiny squeeze. He should maybe try to find a solution to the thing where his armor makes him so much less cuddly.
This is not making her blush any less. That was probably Torok's plan, though. But she'll retaliate by kissing his cheek again.
One who kisses Torok's cheek must reckon with the consequences!
...the consequences are mostly adorable spluttering.
Adorable spluttering has terrible consequences of its own: sappy grins.
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