He sank back down and away and sandy clouds obscured his face and hands. The tendrils of red thinned out and crystallised ore-like into stratification. 

Our Que-an felt the arising of the Fe-ar at the same time as a firm rope like feeling brushed against her inner thigh and she made a grab for it quickly, it was her Vagal Snake and it became a pulley she used to break upwards, shattering the surface tension, crawling along its smooth back and jumping onto the wrecked shore. She was dazed and then remembered there were the others. One, Wom, arrived right behind her, brought in on a slow oily wave. 

It was Imago! Her strength flooded the beach, so utterly welcome.

They realised that the other, who they both Knew, suddenly, and at the same time, as a Wo-Mon of the Uld, was still in the lagoon. They turned around and saw that all the water had solidified, cemented in an aggregate all mixed up together and hardened completely. 

S-he was buried and set in stone.

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