5/12/2025, 8:49 PM
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Ampoule watched him. He seemed lost in thought, as if his consciousness was elsewhere other than his own body. It traversed the landscape and he was the unwilling charioteer, bumping and bouncing along. It was almost entertaining to watch; mostly because Ampoule preoccupied herself with a small guessing game about whatever could be on his mind. Perhaps
hunger drove him, or some great tragedy that he was attempting to thwart.
Ampoule herself had just traveled a great many days in succession, and was well-versed in the type of locomotion she witnessed now. However, she herself tended to be more overwrought with convivial musings.
She would venture to say that he was not.
When his own path cut close to her, her own curiosity got the better of her. The woman stepped forward and chuffed, wondering if he would stop and pay her heed, or if he would travel on without noticing she was there.
Ampoule herself had just traveled a great many days in succession, and was well-versed in the type of locomotion she witnessed now. However, she herself tended to be more overwrought with convivial musings.
She would venture to say that he was not.
When his own path cut close to her, her own curiosity got the better of her. The woman stepped forward and chuffed, wondering if he would stop and pay her heed, or if he would travel on without noticing she was there.
