This Week’s 3 Randomly Generated Words:
Arna sighed. Her long green hair brushed alongside her fingerless hand as she palmed the piece of meat around her plate. The current caught it and sent it fluttering across the cavernous hall like a white piece of fish-confetti.
She flipped her tail impatiently.
“How was your champion, my queen?” Alazar’s long tusks and intense devotion left many of Her subjects with nothing but dreams of a passionate moment.
“Dry.” Her response sliced through the water. “Bring the runner-up.”
A shiver cascaded through the hall in Alazar’s wake.