[PQ] [se] we learned to be more

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Come to find out, perhaps none of them could fish (based purely on dice rolls, of course).

In all her excitement, loudness, and exuberance, Melita’s stab wildly missed its mark, crashing into the lakebed with a chorus of “Shit!” blasting and billowing through the fog. Maeve’s careened much in the same manner, though hers found stone and dirt instead of just emptiness and rampant curses (one would hope).

Lilliane, however, might’ve had beginner’s luck – as she ended up with the tiniest, slowest little morsel at the end of her sharpened stick, and there could be doubt the water horse would even sense its presence – let alone be enamored or enticed by it.

Melita glanced up and grimaced at their trials – wrinkling her nose in frustration. “Maybe if we just…go in?” Would it be lured, hoping to catch someone unawares, yearning for a ride?

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Turns out the girls aren’t great at fishing – Lilliane is welcome to try using her fish, and Melita suggests going into the water. What do you want to do?

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun