There's lichen on every piece of your body now, except perhaps your face. Your hair is red, though, and you can feel it trying to grow into a matted lump that binds your arms to your side and your legs to each other, inhibiting movement in a way that could quickly prove fatal, leaving you as bones in a watery grave.
At least you would be good fertilizer.
[say]"It would,[/say] you agree, flopping a little, your legs moving stiffly as you bounce through the water. Nope, this isn't going to work. As much as you aren't afraid of dying, you will never claim to have no survival instinct, and it's beginning to kick in as you flounder about. Oia's already gotten her lichen-suit under control; you should probably liberate yourself as well. [say]"K, time to let go,"[/say] you announce to the plants, willing them to ease off your body enough to allow you to swim toward your sister - and the shore.
At least you would be good fertilizer.
[say]"It would,[/say] you agree, flopping a little, your legs moving stiffly as you bounce through the water. Nope, this isn't going to work. As much as you aren't afraid of dying, you will never claim to have no survival instinct, and it's beginning to kick in as you flounder about. Oia's already gotten her lichen-suit under control; you should probably liberate yourself as well. [say]"K, time to let go,"[/say] you announce to the plants, willing them to ease off your body enough to allow you to swim toward your sister - and the shore.
