#awell

Thing I did on a magma with a friend!

https://www.divatmarkak.hu/marka/awell/

Awell

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Cold flared in her chest, her eyes glazed over, her mouth sealed shut with sticky saliva. She tried to think. The moon.

The moon was watching her. 

She knew it wasn't possible, for the moon had no eyes. 'Twas something she hadn't minded before now.

She blinked the blare of grease from her eyes. A soft leathery texture ran under the girl's hands,  gliding under the soft pads of her fingers. The moon had watched her do this. Her eyes slid to where she had sat up. A thick leaf was under her, The pattern of it seemingly reaching out, like bony fingers stretching towards the rest of Reanda. The girl stretched her legs, wiggling her toes, and then trying to stand up. 

Blood rushed from her head, gravity, the moon, not wanting her to get up. She became stubborn. She tried to speak, breaking the warm seal between her lips. A soft groan came from her mouth.