a strange prompt
Nomen Railmore and Sevras Loone gallavanted freely along the dry riverbed. Nomen tossed ancient coins between hands, as Sevras sought to perfect her whistling of the hymns to the gods.
Nomen’s fingers were slippery eels, and Sevras was slightly jealous, as her hands were rough and calloused. Just slightly.
One might think, especially after seeing the many strange places where their footprints were left, that this might be a tale of Nomen and Sevras’ relationship, or perhaps of their past adventures. They’ve known each other since birth, after all.
But no, dear reader, it is not that. It is not that at all.
so. what is it about then? tell us. continue this strange tale.