Go the Distance

Wylan ducked his head into the first fishing hut, and looked at the equipment inside. “So.. did you wanna do some fishing or something?” he suggested, wrinkling his nose at the scent of fish.

Hmm… he considered the question for a moment, and then grinned, glancing over at Seneca. “Does a jellyfish count?” he asked, voice light and teasing. “One touched my leg once and I jumped like… ten feet in the air.” he was quite happy to laugh at himself, and when he’d realised the jellyfish was dead, he had pulled it out of the water and examined it. Weird creature that it was.


"Wylan Fatalis"