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The Eddies of Time, Circling

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Suradanna hadn't gone by Suradanna in years, fashion now dictating names ending in 'a' were masculine. Her captain hadn't had anything to captain in nearly twice as long, the zuiran making the seas all but impassable.

Thankfully, names mattered little in the dark. Both Suradanna and "Surah" would always be aroused by those calloused fingers and arc into her lover's thrust; her captain's self-satisfied afterglow and tangible happiness would be the same as well.

Afterwards, sleeping curled in one another's arms, they sometimes dreamed of times long ago and traditions half forgotten. The past was gone. The future, however, beckoned.