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huā piped up to voice her desire to play, eliciting a small huff from mei. her sisters lacked focus, which she often had to steer them back towards. ying insisted that the game would entice even her, which urged the priestess to say, 哦？那我们听吧。 ying paused to think for a moment, signifying that she didn't even have an idea yet for this game. but she spoke again and explained the crude rules.

mei hummed in a moment of consideration before settling on an answer. 很好，我去玩。让我们不要混战。预备，准备，开始！ mei dashed back into the frigid water, but the drumming of her heart kept her body hot. small paws worked to dig quickly, kicking up sand that clouded the water. through the debris, she was unaware of her prey’s presence until it made itself known with a sharp pinch on one of her toes. she yipped and yanked her paw away, hobbling back to land with a little crab latched on. planting her foot down, she crushed it between her jaws and pried the creature off with a glare before returning to the water.