TM #153. Sunrise

[iolaus_lj]

Iolaus sat with his back against the boulder that sheltered the small campsite and watched as the stars slowly faded from the night sky. Black melted into purple as the heavens prepared for the advent of the sun. At this very moment, Apollo would be mounting his golden chariot, taking the shimmering reins of light into his hands. A sharp

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[marycrawford]

Aw! I really like the understatedness of their conversation.