"I can actually get us right back to Milliways from here," Axel says. "But right now, my door's set to Traverse Town, which is nowhere near here."
He shrugs a little, and starts heading up the ridge that leads over to the beach. The power of the volcano thrums under his feet; the heart of the island is made of fire, and it echoes in his own.
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Date: 2008-07-05 02:32 am (UTC)He shrugs a little, and starts heading up the ridge that leads over to the beach. The power of the volcano thrums under his feet; the heart of the island is made of fire, and it echoes in his own.