Philistine Festival

Although it didn’t show on her features Amaretto found the male’s boisterous demeanor a bit disquieting. She didn’t think him dangerous or anything like that, but he was (in her book) an oddity. And not the novel, quaint kind. His mannerisms and exuberance were strange and uncouth, and she couldn’t decide if she wanted to get away from him or study him like he was one of those bizarre dung rolling beetles.

Her attempt to catch a fish failed while he somehow found success, and it was for that reason that she gave his compromise consideration. Had she been successful twice in a row she probably would have dismissed him a second time, but she couldn’t deny his success. So, why not?

Amaretto shrugged, the gesture summing up her thoughts nicely, and then said, “Alright, I’ll try it your wa-“

He dove under the water before she could finish so she trailed off and was left eying the bubbles in his wake.

Alright, his way. Amaretto did as she’d seen Ashmedai do and dove into the water...although with a great deal less enthusiasm.