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The treasure was...

...well, treasure. And despite the fact that Jinhai repeatedly told himself that he cared nothing for the things of the world, other than his studies, and that he held no desire to become rich and famous, the other fact remained that he still had a shamefully inherent need for shiny things.

How utterly embarrassing.

Ignoring the patterns etched onto the cave wall, and the fact that he had somehow - again - lost track of where his friends were, Jinhai crouched down beside the pool of water, dipping his fingers into the crystalline liquid. He trailed them around idly, but his eyes were fixed on the glittering jewels, shimmering gold, and otherwise fantastic treasure trove at the base of the pool and less on the actual water.

He moved a bit closer, reaching his hand into the pool of water and pulling out a long, thin, silver necklace with a sapphire pendant at the base of it. Jinhai held it up in front of his face, his eyes alight with amazement, an expression of wonder on his face. He ran his fingertips over the silver, marveling at the smoothness of it, and stood, still focused on the necklace.

Maybe he should actually do a bit more exploring instead of just standing around.

Arcana felt like he had opened some kinda of wound in his body and left it exposed so that like....he could bleed all over Selene with his feelings and maybe she didn't want that.

Maybe he was getting over excited because she...claimed him. Or maybe...he shouldn't expect her to say what he did because...she was like him. Shy and nervous and...

"I...I see..." He flushed, still holding her and looking down. but not at her eyes and things, voices were still singing.

"I....What?" He stared blankly at her, then speed up blush. Maybe he misheard her. "You like....me too? But...not the same way I do? So...Um..." But she liked him...but did it mean that she LIKED him.

"But....do...you...mean....like...." He couldn't say it, He couldn't say it. "Do you mean Love?" Cause he meant love, it just came out like and such.

He was trying to not get distracted by the large call from Moira and ducked his head in embarassment as well. He had forgotten that there was a ton of students around. A TON OF THEM. A TOOOOOON. THAT HAD JUST HEARD. ALL OF HIS CONFESSION.

Hold, somewhere to hide please? Kthnx.

Recoiling her vine like claws under her long sleeves, Ava was amazed to see what appeared before them. That tentacle like creature had done them a service, clearing their way for them. "What is this?" The Dryad mused, staring out into the open space in front of them.

Immediately, other students went off to explore the area, Avery even heading off to inspect something written on the walls, followed by two other boils trying to light the work for him. Victor was still trying to coax her and Avery to follow him towards the water, until he himself got distracted by a chalice of some sort.

Following him down towards the water, Ava knelt down to the ground, dipping a hand into the salty water before carefully laying in the water itself. She wasn't dried out or anything, nor did she particularly care for salt water, but it was almost soothing to her.

Dipping one side of her head partially under water, she could hear something of a soft melody emitting from somewhere.

Was something in the water?

Bella laughed raucously and dropped back into the water when Sin started splashing her, trying to stay underwater if only to deny him the pleasure of getting her all wet. Still, the wave he made had her falling back onto her a**, but she was no less amused at his reaction, and still bubbled with laughter, even underwater.

When she popped her head out, she gave him an appraising look.

"You were looking kind of dry." She deadpanned. The subtle pun was not obvious, but it was there.

"Oh, Arcie." Selene let out a soft sigh of defeat, and leaned heavily against him. "You're just too good for me."

Of course, this was before he said the L word, because nobody had ever said the L word, and it was certainly not the kind of word she expected to hear now.. when they were only just finding the courage to say anything at all. So naturally, she assumed that it frightened him as much as it frightened her, and he was making sure she didn't feel that strongly. She certainly didn't want to frighten him away, not now! Not when they were this close to being something-more-than-friends, though she had no idea what that even meant!

"Wh-wh-who ssssssssssssssssssssaid anything about love?" Her voice arced upward and cracked, as she laughed nervously. "I just.. I didn't mean.. I simply had always hoped you would maybe want to be.. oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."

She both her face in both hands, and shook her head in dismay. Admitting her feelings was a complete disaster.

Norvie gave a squeak as he was suddenly dragged, poking his head out to try to register what Moira was pointing out, "Er... y-yes, she... she and him are er... nice together, she could use the er... confidence boost um, a positive relationship tends to bring." He glanced down to where she still gripped his hand before pulling back, shoving the thing back into his pocket, his tail thrashing nervously behind him, "Nothing! Nothing just... um. What do you suppose is causing that glow? Some sort of incandescent fungus, perhaps?" Hopefully she wouldn't be able to see his usually pale and pock-marked face gone crimson in the gloom.

Moira’s outburst had attracted Tarot’s attention. Leenie? That was supposed to be Selene, right? Curious, the reaper walked over to the group and silently listened in. Tarot held her breath as she listened to Selene and Arcana. Wait, was this the confession she had been wanting to hear for so long…? （♡´∀`♡）

“Brother, I’m so proud of you,” She murmured in the background. You actually had the guts in it you after all. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to confess for you.

"Bruised his ego, bro?" He echoed Avery, looking slightly confused before nodding knowingly, looking down at the boil who had fallen down, and giving him a bro fist on his arm, "All bruises heal, bro. You just need to chill a little more than usual till it is better, you know?"

When asked about the inscriptions, Westhor hesitantly knelt down to take a closer look, trying to see if he could make out anything; if he could, it would mean being of greater use! The moment he started to try reading, however, his glow started to dim, until he was at his usual level of glowness - his eyelids also appeared to be drooping as he swayed on the spot.