[PQ] if the sun never shows its face again

Hester

Fools rush in, so here I am
Very glad to be unhappy

Somehow, Hester had no idea how, their combined efforts cleared the rocks away, the trench widening, growing into something. There is always satisfaction in seeing hard work pay off, and this is no different. If anything, it's even more satisfying than usual, purely because of the scale.

Hester is ready for a break, as the trench comes together, but chasing ningos is the next best thing. There is a long, flat stretch of ground, crowds of dumb white birds settling, and the chance to really prove her title of 'ningo chaser'. Just a pity Chuy isn't here to see it. The bard shrinks into the shape of a sheep, fluffy, with fierce horns, and restless legs. Then, with her head lowered, she charges through the trench, aiming at the biggest crowds, the ones not being wrangled by the others.

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Hester shifts into a sheep and charges the ningo's

I can't win, but here I am
More than glad to be unhappy