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丹恒 🍁 πšπšŠπš— πš‘πšŽπš—πš ([personal profile] exuviage) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2024-01-09 03:58 am (UTC)

[ Later, if Ed looks over towards the previously "abandoned" basket, he'll see the selfsame kid (identifiable at this distance by his mop of dark hair—the horns perhaps washed out by the horizon behind him) having reappeared and emerged from his well to shame mankind fishing hole, and is lifting a set of small nets, one loaded with... rocks (oysters, clams, etc) and the other with bones (coral) out of the water and onto the ice. His fishing plans ruined, Dan Heng is abandoning ship with only a small plunder for the day, packing up his collection into the now-empty basket with a collection of ice chipped away from the edge of the fishing hole.

His trip back towards shore is lonely, though he veers close to the bonfire at the last second, spotting the unruly mane and huddled posture of his earlier victim.

(At least he looks normal now.)
]

Are you sure you don't want the potion? Last call.

[ Balancing the basket full of mollusks (formerly percieved as rocks) and bone white fingers of coral against his knee, he goes to fish the potion out of his bag and offer it one last time. ]

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