asomniari.
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“Now, here’s a thought.” Felassan says, caught somewhere between exhausted and just done. “Why did we think it would be a good idea to trudge through mud that turned out to be waist deep again?”
Not that it didn’t feel nice to wade through, but it did make everything that much harder. And they were going to get shit for it the second they returned to camp completely covered in mud and whatever else they picked up by way of mud. “Because I for one am starting to regret all of my life choices right now.”
﴾ ➼ ﴿ ❝You are always such a complainer, Felassan,❞ Cyrran retorted. Even with his snark, he couldn’t help the thinly veiled irritation as they pushed through the muck. He refused to appear in the slightest way defeated by their circumstances.
But gods was it difficult.
❝I will remind you that neither of us knew at the time of choosing this path just how deep the mud was. So I would like to give us a little more credit that simpletons who chose to trek through waist-deep mud.❞ Even still, he was growing weary. His legs ached from the constant resistance, and his head ached from the impending mockery he’d receive from his sister. At least Felassan would have to endure the same torment…
“If I don’t complain, who will?” He says, throwing his hands into the air and throwing splatters of mud everywhere in the process. It was a job that only one of them could have at a time. But he catches the irritation and falls blessedly silent in his complaints.
Felassan sighs through his nose, slips, and falls nearly face first into the mud. Not that it helped at all, with how covered they both were. “Fuck it.” Felassan places his hands into the mud, warming the mud until it was solid around them until it met the dry land where they were previously attempting to cross to. “Careful getting up. I’m not pulling you out if you get stuck.”
