Mob closed his eyes and let the sounds drown out around him. He can't feel the cold riverwater that lapped his legs now; he can't taste the rain on his lips. All he feels right now is that desire reaching out to one set location and Mob extends his arm out in that direction to grab it.
And then he can feel something. Not the wetness of the river he's standing in or the cold of the monsoon's gusts or even the desire he was trying to hold onto.
What he felt was the ring.
When Mob's eyes snapped open, he could see it floating in the sky overhead.
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Mob closed his eyes and let the sounds drown out around him. He can't feel the cold riverwater that lapped his legs now; he can't taste the rain on his lips. All he feels right now is that desire reaching out to one set location and Mob extends his arm out in that direction to grab it.
And then he can feel something. Not the wetness of the river he's standing in or the cold of the monsoon's gusts or even the desire he was trying to hold onto.
What he felt was the ring.
When Mob's eyes snapped open, he could see it floating in the sky overhead.