Beneath the roar of the waterfall you call back to your twin, clearly enthusiastic about the prospect of inventing something with so much potential use. [say]"Yeah! Maybe an oil based ink? An' we could look at water repellent plants an' things for the paper."[/say]
As you speak you continue to clamor over slick stones, until you've made it far enough that the ground is mostly dry again. The ceiling is high enough for you to stand, but it's dismally dark and you have to squint to make anything out. [say]"Undine? Are you in here? We were hopin' we could meet you."[/say]
As you speak you continue to clamor over slick stones, until you've made it far enough that the ground is mostly dry again. The ceiling is high enough for you to stand, but it's dismally dark and you have to squint to make anything out. [say]"Undine? Are you in here? We were hopin' we could meet you."[/say]
