The worms turned, hissed a pathetic, squeaking remnant of their mighty roar, attracted by the rythm of his feet. "Hush." She commanded them. "He's a friend." It was nothing personal. Sandworms of her time were far more territorial than they had ever been.
They crept to him, circling suspiciously around his legs.
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Date: 2010-04-04 05:28 am (UTC)They crept to him, circling suspiciously around his legs.