And next comes a sky. Ramon's sky. Odd, against a ground that's suddenly cavas white and formless and eternal, but for a dusty rode, and the boder where it bleeds into Columbian sky.
Random holds Ramon a little tighter, just because. And grins in anticipation.
"We're sort of Cinderella, here. We have the rest of the day, until tomorrow, at noon. That's all I can risk, kay? When we get there."
Because it doesn't hurt to tell Ramon it's a location, not a thing.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2005-12-11 05:55 pm (UTC)Random holds Ramon a little tighter, just because. And grins in anticipation.
"We're sort of Cinderella, here. We have the rest of the day, until tomorrow, at noon. That's all I can risk, kay? When we get there."
Because it doesn't hurt to tell Ramon it's a location, not a thing.