Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

@Djehanne

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armand walked.
he had moved from the place upon the coast where he had met the man barred with silver -- he had evaded the other groups living in sight of the salted expanse. armand wanted no company; he asked only to be left alone, and turned all those who approached away by the swing of his own stride, lengthening into a cambering lope if he so needed. the boy slept in the lee of great rocks and amid piles of polished driftwood, but there were nights that he shook in misery and wakefulness, unguarded upon the cold beach, his skeletal frame offering no comfort even beneath its ragged covering of auburn velvet.
the boy's mind wandered, for only thoughts of his impending death gave him comfort, and when he came to himself again, armand found that he stood upon a high plateau, girded with great trees and shrubs bitten with the new frosts. the grass beneath his tread had all but died, but he stood staring down at it, as if it were the last shade of green in all the world, staring, staring as the faintness crept into his belly and glided across his throat to choke armand with a guttering nausea.[/tr][/td][/table]