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Need (Sister Lashan) ([personal profile] hasapoint) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-11-28 06:30 am (UTC)

Watchers laugh even even as they start a smattering of applause and cheers. Huo's end of the rope gradually loses its slack as the kid laboriously and inexpertly pulls some back, and lets go so it lies on the ground, and grabs a little further on to pull back. This is an important task he addresses quite seriously.

Galli is seized with some half cousin to terror and struck still. She stares up at the gray sky, forced to blink as water drips in her eyes, and doesn't move beyond to gasp like a fish. It is possible she will die, of that feeling or of the embarrassment that's circling right outside of it like a rat looking for a treat.

"We won!" Huo chirps, finally pulling this link of the line taut and bouncing it as he shakes the knot up and down. Hesri laughs and says, "Yes, yes, the boys and Galli won this one! Wow! You are strong!"

The girls on the other end have abandoned the rope to rub sore hands, lay back, walk around as each to her nature, and several of them groan as Hesri makes it official. They don't actually seem unhappy, though, and there are some enthusiastic hugs and a little bit of jumping up and down.

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