[attr="class","teal"]Freshwater was always a disappointment to the gilled youngling, but she had to admit that the lake and surrounding forest was easy on the eyes. She'd heard the water here was good for crafting as well, though had no clue how to utilize it. Crafting was kinda low priority at the moment, despite her being amped to craft her own mounts pre-game. Now it just seemed like extra work, work she could easily pawn off to someone else with the right amount of coin.

Sticking close to shore out of wariness of what lurked in the deeper end, Vi slapped at a passing school of low class fish. As expected, they all shot off in different directions. "Punk ass fish," she snarled back in irritation. See, for the past twenty minutes or so, the so called apex predator of sea critters was struggling (and failing miserably) to catch something. So far she'd managed to spear a boot. She was starting to think it a stupid waste of her time.

The sound of something crashing through the trees the grace of a newborn giraffe eventually caught her attention. Curious, and with little regard of her own life, the girl slowly drifted her head above water. The clearing was no longer empty, like she last left it. Wiggling through trees and underbrush was a pale boy, with even lighter hair.

Vi looked both ways before slowly emerging from the water, clad in only the horribly unattractive and generic underclothes that were normally covered by her potato sack. She hefted her equally dull spear into her hands, though did not immediately move to throw it into the boy. He wasn't a monster, but he was hella dumb to nap out in the open. Her aim wasn't that good, anyway.

As if to demonstrate her lack of skill, the girl chucked the spear as hard as she could in the boy's general direction. It made an unpleasant noise when it struck something sturdy and dropped into a mass of flowers. Make that regret number two of the day.


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[attr="class","teal"]Only a heavy sleeper could sleep through the racket, and this guy seemed more on the lighter side of the spectrum. Hunched over, arms dangling before her, Vi only watched as the boy pulled himself to his feet. And -- "Oi."

Her head involuntarily tipped to the side when she saw the sword. Okay, that was fair. She'd do the same if someone tried to penetrate her in her sleep. But she missed, her spear was far out of reach and she lacked offense even with it. What was he gonna do, anyway? Chase after her? She was part fish. Watery depths were her domain.

There was also the possibility of him waiting her out, like an adamant dog.

She cocked her head to the other side, unblinking as she took him in. That sword looked as impressive as her piece of shit. "You were sleeping and looked soft. I was bored," she stated in a matter of fact tone, shoulders briefly rising up in a shrug. She'd never seen him before, but was also the sort to hold a grudge. "Why the first, tho? Do you normally pass out in random places and piss tourists or somethin'?"


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