Pretty Little Blue, stop running from me!

Lana was not having too much luck on her quest to catch meteors. She might have underestimated just how difficult it was going to be to catch them. One would think that she would be able to catch something that was flying toward her. She was a chaser, so the whole part about chasing after small flying objects; she was kind of used to.

Frowning a bit, she looked back to those around her. She was completely slacking and there were less and less meteors to catch. This was just getting more and more difficult as the moments passed.

Flailing in more of a focused swimming manner, she worked her way toward an area with more meteors. Maybe she would have more luck over there. She was was hoping at least.

Seriously, she was going to catch a blue one if it was the last thing she did.