"Oh, well." A pause. The slightest hint of a disappointed frown. "Now what did we learn?" ( here. have your seaside FUNCLE after he fished juni away from those WEE OOOOOO WE OOOOO old sirens )
juniper is drenched, freezing, shivering. he still tastes salt on the back of his throat, and all sounds to the left of him are muffled. sniffling, he twiddles his thumbs in his lap like a child scolded. "that.. rocks are slippery," he whispers, but the guess at this moment's lesson leaves him more like a question. "and i should be more careful."














