cashing in my bad luck

*Gin*

She drifted. Delicately overland, she drifted. Gin couldn’t really tell how long she’d been here, or how long she was going to be. The long night had stretched on, but it too, had come and gone. All things came and went, rose and fell like the sea. The sea. Was it time to throw herself into the sea again? Maybe. It seemed like it should be. The comings and goings of life itself… she could find a new continent and start again. Would it be a waste? Maybe. Something told Gin that Boreas still had stories for her.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale glow down around her shoulders. Nights were short now. Gin wasn’t the most fond of it, but the world around her seemed to be happier with the balance. Light reflecting off the water that flowed through the Lover’s Mangrove… it was pretty. All around her, there seemed to be a certain lively glow. The plants, right. Carefully, she cast her gaze upon them. Ah, there. Dipping in and out of view, Gin’s gaze fixed on the fish.

Near-silent steps drove her to the edge closest to where they flicker in and out of view. Gin was careful not to cast a shadow on them, couldn’t let them know she was watching. She was hunting. They were quick, and she had to be quicker. Near holding her breath, the ghost watched them. She was coiled tight, ready to spring the moment one came close enough. Watching. Waiting. Silent.

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