“i don’t think i believe in luck,” he says, watching ripples propagate across the surface of the lake. they were supposed to be keeping an eye out for grindylows, but it was a nice day, and in reality all they were doing was relaxing in the sunshine.
“luck is just something humans made up to explain their lives,” he continues, picking up a pebble and running his fingers over it. all the same, he can’t help but feel fortunate in some way that leta is here with him to enjoy this moment. glancing up at her, through his fringe, he smiles at her, glad his life had given him just this one day to enjoy with her.