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Af was conscious of everything: the crunch of frozen heath under their mount’s hooves, the pressure of the stirrups under their feet, the swirl of the milky way in the velvet bowl above.
The sum total was the genesis of an adventure, a dream cast upon the blank canvas of SeecheeTri.
Af blinked, tossed their maroon cloak over their shoulder, and briefly stroked the switch strapped to their thigh. They were a bounty hunter, Ko was the bounty. They were a hammer, Ko would be the anvil.
They raised their soundscope. The microphone translated distant sounds directly into their cochlea: Ko, scrabbling up a gravel slope, muttering. the words indistinct and broken apart by the lag. “W-i-i … u.”
Af grinned.”Oh, yes,” they whispered to the night. “You will.”