Greatwater Lake Fortune Favors

Her hazardous trek, though carried out with a graceful purposefulness akin to a breeze whispering along the earth, practically set his nape on fire with anxiety. She seemed overly unimpressed with the threatening melody of crackling ice beneath her; each accent of shifted crystal making his entire muscular skeleton clamp in preparation for (futile) launch. Her facade was one of apathy, of careless abandon to her physical well being, and when she was completely safe a heavy sigh of relief eluded him. "I'll pee myself," he said compulsively. "If you go through that ice. Don't make me do that."

set by Emy