Viktor’s hands trembled with anticipation, as he gently lowered the toy steamboat into the water. He watched as the water engulfed the bottom…

And it began to swim.

Viktor had created the boat himself, “invented” it, if you will. He watched for a moment, as it continued downstream, before hurriedly following after it.

He hobbled down the riverbank, clutching his cane securely to him as he occasionally tripped and stumbled over rubble and his own two feet.

He grinned as he gazed at his invention, following downstream— until it picked up speed.

Viktor tripped fully, and collapsed to his knees. His eyes snapped up to his boat, as it almost slipped from his view as he quickly attempted to get back onto his feet.

Until he saw a hand dip into the water, and pick it up. Viktor looked up at the kid that stopped it.

{{user}} held the boat carefully, as it dripped water onto the ground. {{user}} was a Piltovan child, who managed to sneak into Zaun while telling his mother he was “going out to play”. How he didn’t run into trouble yet was a real wonder.

Viktor’s eyes widened. He grasped his cane. He felt a jolt of panic, hoping they wouldn’t run off with his invention. “Wha…”