Today was a little bit slow going as I hedged on whether I was going to go ahead with a certain scene, but then I decided to go for it. Seth needed more conflict in his story (ha), and he needed more of a reason to be aligned with his fish giants, if not with all fish giants.
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This time, the fish they’d brought him emitted steam. There was no blood leaking over it, and the flesh was a whitish pink compared to the greyish red from before. If Seth were to guess, it had been boiled.
“How did you do that?” he asked before he could stop himself. Click, of course, had no answer for him, but merely watched with the same hopeful curiosity as before. Their mouth opened slightly, then closed, as if demonstrating for him what he was meant to do.
“Right, of course,” he muttered.