Two Rivers Isle the midnight organ fight

Tegan flipped her logic back on her, then tried to coax her back onto the bank. "Fuck off," she said lightly, tossing an elbow in his direction to punctuate her words. "You're gonna make me slip, shitbreath." She had been testing out lots of colorful nicknames on him ever since her talk with Finley, though none felt quite right yet, this one included. She shot him a sideways smile, appreciative of his words, then proceeded to set her second forefoot on the ice.

Nothing happened. No cracks appeared underfoot. No ominous noises issued from the frozen water. Still, only half Bat's weight rested on it, if that. She realized she was bearing backward, her haunches slightly coiled to keep her center of gravity toward her posterior. Gradually, she shifted forward, two paws now planted firmly. She did not slip and still the ice didn't issue a single complaint.

Feeling confident and maybe even a bit daring, Bat eyeballed the distance to the bank. She gently bit down on her tongue as she deliberated. Still ignoring any protests Tegan made behind her, she bounded suddenly forward across the ice, hitting a skid just shy of halfway across.