Jul 25, 2017
ˣImpossible Skiesˣ
[ᶠᶫʸᶦᶰᵍ ᵍᶦʳᶫ - @jetbadge]
The tang of Mt. Twist had yet to fade from his tongue. With a faint sigh, Green takes another swish of water, spitting it out discreetly into a bush as he kept walking. He’d already set up his home in the dark paths of the former mining area, && he’d come to start looking into the implausible rumors he’d heard about. As he walks forward, a woman in a blue suit lands in front of him. He draws up short.
A contest coordinator? That landing seemed pretty flashy... Carefully, he waves. “Uh, hello.”