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A Quiet Crossroads (Lake Baikal, Siberia)
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If there were creatures that Kemala could command, they weren’t here. She may be able to summon a starfish. Maybe on a good day she could lure a prawn. Chasing meals wasn’t near the same as searching for mystery fish. A shrug signaled Kemala’s indifference. This was Soren’s errand. If they found what he searched for then it was all the better for him, but Kemala would be out little more than an afternoon. Even so, the boat ride was worth it.

She enjoyed the remainder of the ride to the middle of the lake. it took several minutes at full speed since the body of water was so large. Where it was narrow across, the length of the lake stretched farther than she could see. The locals (and the internet) said that the lake was deepest in the world. Who knew what lurked beneath the surface. She was intrigued, although she wouldn’t admit it to Soren.

Once they arrived, she slowed the speed to troll. There were gentle bobs and waves that made the water ride more like a lake than the wide rolling ebbs of the sea. She let the engine power down. Quiet settled like a cloud over their shoulders.

After some time sitting in silence, Kemala decided to power down the engine and float. She leaned aside eventually, casually letting her fingers trail along the surface of the water. It was cold and unwelcoming, and when she retracted, it was to sample the droplets from the tips of her fingers. The freshness was like drinking melted ice water.

She sighed and glanced at Soren like he was keeper of the magic that was suppose to happen next. When it was apparent that he was waiting just as much as she was, Kemala decided to move onward. She went to restart the engine, but it was dead.
 
∞ Kemala ∞ Oyá ∞ Dewi Ratih ∞ Kekura ∞




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RE: A Quiet Crossroads (Lake Baikal, Siberia) - by Kemala - 11-30-2022, 12:58 AM

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