Her mother used to moan that Ariadne's curiosity would be the death of her. Well, Ariadne hadn't died yet, but her curiosity had certainly brought her to the edge. It was her kindness that pulled her back.
Of course she'd been fascinated by the silver streaks in the water. Of course she'd pursued them. Of course she'd tried to get closer to the silver sharks. She's practically made herself easy prey. It was mostly her faith in Thirteen that told her it would be all right, somehow. And after spending some time in the shark's lair, stroking its gleaming, silver back, she'd managed to escape.
It seemed, however, that the shark wanted more petting. She only made it halfway to the surface before it pursued her. And while it wasn't violent, it was persistent. Eventually, she decided the best course of action was to just go back with it, lull it with additional snuggles, and then make a much faster escape.
So there she was, streaking back through the strange, purple mist, her long hair loose and floating being her like the tail of a comet. Not exactly a damsel in distress. More a damsel slightly irritated.
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Of course she'd been fascinated by the silver streaks in the water. Of course she'd pursued them. Of course she'd tried to get closer to the silver sharks. She's practically made herself easy prey. It was mostly her faith in Thirteen that told her it would be all right, somehow. And after spending some time in the shark's lair, stroking its gleaming, silver back, she'd managed to escape.
It seemed, however, that the shark wanted more petting. She only made it halfway to the surface before it pursued her. And while it wasn't violent, it was persistent. Eventually, she decided the best course of action was to just go back with it, lull it with additional snuggles, and then make a much faster escape.
So there she was, streaking back through the strange, purple mist, her long hair loose and floating being her like the tail of a comet. Not exactly a damsel in distress. More a damsel slightly irritated.