Post by Luca Burke on Dec 9, 2017 14:18:55 GMT
Elijah was not the only one little Stella managed to rope in to playing the fishing game. Lulled into a sense of security by the little one’s distraction with how her father fared, Luca fully expected to keep moving after the other man succeeded in catching a prize for himself. He’d even begun to turn away, to lead the earth magi along the path they’d followed before this little detour.
But Stella was quick, and the next tug she gave pulled at his own shirt. Back to the game stall she pointed, all smiles but still insistent. The message was clear enough, even without sign; You too.
Initially, Luca shrank from the idea, insisting meekly that maybe Stella should play instead, while inwardly wondering to himself what exactly he was going to do with a fish if he somehow managed to pull one from the tank. But the little one was determined, and it didn’t take long for the young moth magi to whittle down what little will he had to resist. He did want to keep her happy, after all. And it was only one game…
Not that his confidence gained much of a boost as he stepped up to be the next to give the game a try. Weary blue eyes settled on shimmering fish and floating plastic balls, already certain that he was doomed to failure. Even so, there was no going back now, and so with a quiet murmur to Elijah that he would be doing so, he released the man’s arm and leaned forward with a net in hand to see if, by some miracle, he could catch anything.
But Stella was quick, and the next tug she gave pulled at his own shirt. Back to the game stall she pointed, all smiles but still insistent. The message was clear enough, even without sign; You too.
Initially, Luca shrank from the idea, insisting meekly that maybe Stella should play instead, while inwardly wondering to himself what exactly he was going to do with a fish if he somehow managed to pull one from the tank. But the little one was determined, and it didn’t take long for the young moth magi to whittle down what little will he had to resist. He did want to keep her happy, after all. And it was only one game…
Not that his confidence gained much of a boost as he stepped up to be the next to give the game a try. Weary blue eyes settled on shimmering fish and floating plastic balls, already certain that he was doomed to failure. Even so, there was no going back now, and so with a quiet murmur to Elijah that he would be doing so, he released the man’s arm and leaned forward with a net in hand to see if, by some miracle, he could catch anything.
