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Alechior’s laughter cracked across the not-ocean again, loud-maybe too loud, the kind that came from somewhere deep in the ribs.

“Now this is fun,” they announced, and every smaller version of them burst into synchronized applause. One attempted a somersault and immediately failed. Another handed out invisible party hats. A third was booing the first two for poor form, while two others raised red cards at the other three.

They drifted closer to Yzechr, grinning wide. “And trust me, this isn’t some wild blind throw. Even not knowing what sort of god you are or what tricks you favor is its own gamble. That is the spice of it.” Their voice stayed light, but the edge of delight was clear. “If things go well, wonderful. If they go badly, that can be funny in its own way too. Unpredictability keeps the world interesting.”

A single Alechior stepped forward, the others fading back into them like cards slipping into a deck.

“And I do hope Yzechr is actually your name. Because if I’ve just made a bet with a complete stranger who lied about that part, well… that would be awkward, wouldn’t it?” they added with a wink and yet another over-the-top laugh.




[@Cmmelody]