Audacity succeeds as often as it fails

Seven, Deluge pulled a face. Seven little brothers and sisters to contend with, and of course her mother just had to make the whole affair a dramatic thing, almost drowning in the process... not that she would raise any of these gripes with her father. Taking a quick dip in the water to make whatever made her coat glow happy and to stave off infection in her stab wound, she emerged from the water with a shake. With the days growing shorter and the water getting colder, the raiders would need to wrap up their ferrry or bridge or whatever they were building sooner than later. Her shaking done, she reset her new hat squarely on her head and with thoughts of construction to be completed at the back of her mind, she made her way across the beach in search of her father. She had no intention of blindsiding her old man when the time came.

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