I glanced around.
This loop wasn't much of one, but it'll do. It seemed that this loop, of course, was one we would go through; then go into another Into the normal world.
I knew this because the way my hollow was twitching, pacing around and eager to get going. And no, I'm not a wizard or something, I can sometimes just sense what a hollow feels or thinks, most of the time. (Basing this on the only hollow iv'e encountered.).
I whipped the sweat off my forehead, with my jacket sleeve. It's normally pretty cold in Cairnholm, so I was bundled up tight. But now it's brutally hot. I was in a desert. I slid off my jacket; tying it around my waist. (I know It was a girlish thing, but I was desperate at the time,) . Me and my hollow shuffled throughout the sand, In the hot sun. The hollow didn't seem affected by the heat; As it was using it's long tongue tentacles to move about faster In the sand. I gazed around, seeing a side-winder snake slither across the ground, watching It as I passed by. I slid my hands through my dark brown hair, walking on. I'm not really surprised that I don't really have to command my hollow. But at the same time, in this case, I have to admit I have a soft spot for this hollow. It feels like we've been through so much, And yet Iv'e only known It for a couple of hours. But we have time. And thats enough for me right now. What a beautiful word.
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