Shimmering Sands sun conch

staggering back to the cache after gjalla's teeth had rent his shoulder, fighting again upon its maimed sinew, and then this journey — this horrendously long journey.

infection had been avoided, but now his shoulder had grown stiff and his gait misangled, as if the cordage within had drawn too taut. sleeping was a torment, and often he simply did not. 

as midday angled into afternoon, kusax̱asaa found himself amid the soft gold of sandstretch beyond the shadewood. it was here that he considered swimming as a way to stretch his muscles once more, but when his head lifted, it was @Sivaak for which the single eye searched.