Firestone Hot Springs even when he ate her tongue

@Hawkeye:

Set for tomorrow...sometime....lol.

What had transpired upon the coastline still intrigued the male, and he had set off to the warm springs with a bundle of herbs and a lessening limp with it upon his mind. As before, he meant to create a potion from the plucked plants, and carried them in his ragged-edged turtleshell.

As he arrived, a bout of exhaustion gripped him, and he dropped the shell upon the warm ground, jaws parted with panting. A brief niggle of worry wormed into his mind at what these constant sessions of fatigue would mean, but he put it aside. He was dying, was all; there were thoughts better created than in contemplation of an old man's mortality.

But still he rested, watching the waters foam and boil with their mysterious steam.

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