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Valeria was still trying to clean up the mess she had created in her mind while picking up more stones. The questions, the doubt, the hunger to know was only upsetting her further. Her attention was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Talon's familiar voice speak up. She blinked, looking up at him from his spot in the lake. She frowned at the state of his face but didn't bring it up. 

[color=b45a5c]"Oh."[/color] Her father never really taught her to skip rocks. Whatever trips they would take out to the mountains to hike, he was usually more interested in teaching her how to identify herbs and properties. How to use them in potions and rituals alike. Or he'd spend all day telling her stories of her ancestors and their gods. She missed that. Just hearing her father talk non-stop about their gods. Maybe her life would have been better if she had stayed at home. If her father hadn't told her about her mother. She preferred the Zapotec gods. They were a lot kinder.

She stood up straight with a handful of oddly shaped rocks in her hand. She watched Talon gather up the perfect stone and shift to the side. [color=b45a5c]"Oh! That was cool!"[/color] She watched the rock bounce across the lake until it lost it's momentum and sank to the bottom. 

Valeria never passed up an opportunity to learn something new, so she took one of her rocks and copied his stance. Her tongue stuck out in concentration as she released the stone with force, but unlike Talon's rock, Valeria's only bounced twice before sinking. It didn't discourage her. Instead, she turned to look at Talon with determination. [color=b45a5c]"Can you do it again? What kind of rocks do you need? Do they have to be smooth?"[/color]

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