[ Eda is busy diving after the pieces of paper, drawing her attention from avoiding the tendrils, so she too is struck. She flinches with the sensation and swims away. ]
Yeah, I feel it.
[ She inspects her little loot. ]
Hmmm. This one seems... like a poem? Song? Sea shanty?
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Yeah, I feel it.
[ She inspects her little loot. ]
Hmmm. This one seems... like a poem? Song? Sea shanty?