Firefly Glen raindrops on my window sill

rolled on discord and tagged you! based on that, ying is the loser. :(

ying continued searching, confident that she would find something before her opponent. the winter wind was sharp, numbing her nose and making it difficult to define each scent. she would have to come upon something soon, lest she relinquish victory!

the huntress sniffed furiously with each passing breeze but was having little luck. had her moral code been any different, she might have left and dropped out of the game. instead, ying decided to turn back and face the boy empty-handed.