Lake Rodney Sailor Song

Thank you for the thread!

Oh. The word fell from his lips, barely above a whisper, yet it struck the air with all the weight of a stone. His pupils flared, reflective-red eclipsing pale, as though his eyes sought to drink in the entire lake at on‌ce

War. Alright. Perfectly manageable, he murmured. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, forming a grin far too sharp to be natural. It teetered there, precarious, before breaking apart into laughter—a forced, uncomfortable noise that sent ripples through the water like pelting hail.

With an unnerving calmness, Machi turned and began paddling toward the shore. If it was at all possible for his pallor to have grown any lighter, it surely would have now. War, he muttered again, softer this time, the word bouncing around the hollow chamber that was his current state of mind.

I'm going to check our perimeter.