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still_grrr2010-06-10 12:45 pm
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Prompt 173 -- My Empire of Dirt
Title: My Empire of Dirt
Author: mabus101
Rating: PG
Word Count: 185
Prompt: 173--Earth
Characters: Willow, Illyria
"I think this is," Willow began. ...your stop. Some quips you just didn't finish. Illyria followed her through and immediately sank to the ground.
The why of that was easy to see. Nothing lived here, though clearly it once had. Even the handful of scattered, withered vines, some of which might possibly not yet be dead, seemed insubstantial, out of place.
"I was last here perhaps two years ago," Illyria said. "I could not return under my own power after that. I...do not know why I feel compelled to."
Perhaps the soil here was exhausted. Willow wouldn't have thought so, but perhaps demon remains weren't organic...or were toxic to other life. For once, she had no interest in scientific examination of the matter. Here and there lay a scrap of corroded armor, but nothing else marked the passing of Illyria's army but the omnipresent dust, and the hall itself.
"I do," Willow told her quietly, ignoring the urge to kneel beside her, to put an arm around her shoulders. Illyria didn't care much for bodily contact. "Take as long as you need."
Author: mabus101
Rating: PG
Word Count: 185
Prompt: 173--Earth
Characters: Willow, Illyria
"I think this is," Willow began. ...your stop. Some quips you just didn't finish. Illyria followed her through and immediately sank to the ground.
The why of that was easy to see. Nothing lived here, though clearly it once had. Even the handful of scattered, withered vines, some of which might possibly not yet be dead, seemed insubstantial, out of place.
"I was last here perhaps two years ago," Illyria said. "I could not return under my own power after that. I...do not know why I feel compelled to."
Perhaps the soil here was exhausted. Willow wouldn't have thought so, but perhaps demon remains weren't organic...or were toxic to other life. For once, she had no interest in scientific examination of the matter. Here and there lay a scrap of corroded armor, but nothing else marked the passing of Illyria's army but the omnipresent dust, and the hall itself.
"I do," Willow told her quietly, ignoring the urge to kneel beside her, to put an arm around her shoulders. Illyria didn't care much for bodily contact. "Take as long as you need."
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