you'll breathe easier just knowing that the worst is all behind you
& the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
& the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
"The gods work in mYStErIouS WaYs." The words might seem reverent, but your tone certainly isn't, nor is the way you roll your eyes and waggle your fingers mystically. Fuck if you know why Safrin needs a bunch'a rocks gathered at midnight to keep monsoons at bay, but hey, if it works you aren't going to complain. You've got your pants rolled up too, fuzzy calves proudly on display, and a light sweater pulled down over your usual buttoned linen shirt. Low tide it may be, but the Deepfrost night is chilly by the water whether or not you're wet.
It's a beautiful night for it, at least, all cloudless and starlit and quiet as a dream. "'Spose we got one big'un an' put it in the bag - reckon that'd work?" You bend over to scoop up a particularly irregular rock, rough feet moving over rougher lava as you follow behind Vai, coming to a stop at her side and displaying your new find.
"Look- I found a perfect one." The stone in question is roughly phallic with a lump at the bottom, and not subtle at all. "Think it'll satisfy Safrin, yeah? I'd say our work here's done."
It's a beautiful night for it, at least, all cloudless and starlit and quiet as a dream. "'Spose we got one big'un an' put it in the bag - reckon that'd work?" You bend over to scoop up a particularly irregular rock, rough feet moving over rougher lava as you follow behind Vai, coming to a stop at her side and displaying your new find.
"Look- I found a perfect one." The stone in question is roughly phallic with a lump at the bottom, and not subtle at all. "Think it'll satisfy Safrin, yeah? I'd say our work here's done."
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