Shimmering Sands the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and christ, it’s thin

Ford was too serious and Rannveig had his head too far up his own ass. They all had their issues, but they seemed to work well as a unit – a partnership – which was something that their ancestors did not always possess. For all the headaches that his siblings caused him, the titan knew that they were paramount in accomplishing what they wanted. Each had strengths that the other did not, and he was confident that would be needed in the task ahead.

Barreling through the sand, the swarthy creature noted the direction that his brother was swaying. Following the motion, Ford moved toward the pulling waters until he could almost feel the brush of sea breeze against his whiskers. There was something in needing it and not allowing himself to have it. The restraint was a key for him, and – oh – it hurt. Slower and slower, the titan loomed until he felt the touch of the ocean against his paws and he almost sighed with relief.