in tenebris est veritas.
They look at the bottle for a moment, long enough to reveal a small streak of inner conflict, but ultimately shake their head and raise a hand in gentle refusal. Their gaze follows Pihu’s to the pool, a calm inhalation bringing the warm salt air into their lungs. “Perhaps I will not wish for fortune. Perhaps I will wish for a worthy challenge. Or a nice meal. Or the knowledge of the temperature of Safrin’s tits.”
A flat intonation rides through the final words, but their glance back up at the other woman sparkles with amusement. “Tell me, how does one make luck?”
A flat intonation rides through the final words, but their glance back up at the other woman sparkles with amusement. “Tell me, how does one make luck?”
