It’s such a catchy song

The silver woman trudged, beyond the borders, skirting well clear of the Ashen borders and down to the west. She now had a solid grasp of what lay to the east of Armada lands, but the west was still a mystery to her, and if she couldn’t sleep anyway, well, now was as good a time as any. The half moon sat high in the sky by the time she escaped the swamps and came out on the glittering shore. Otis slid down her flank, finally finding the ground, beady eyes lit up in interest as he scooped up the black sand and watched it glitter through his paws in the moonlight. The Archer-Lyall spared herself a smirk, and rolled her shoulders to loosen them after carrying the opossum through the worst of the quagmire. This place wasn’t dissimilar to the Armada’s training grounds, except that the sand was black, and crunched underfoot in a way that was foreign to the sometimes squeakiness of the beach sand. It was a shame there was nobody nearby to tussle with. Maybe it would help her sleep.

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