Kiss a lover, dance a measure
Find your name, and buried treasure
Find your name, and buried treasure
She did not like the surface. She did not like mouth breathers either. As a matter of fact, Nysa didn't care much for anything at all right now, and she couldn't think of a better way to express her displeasure than to take it out on someone else.
The water around the port was filthy. Humans never learned to keep their trash to themselves; it was a petty excuse, but just the kind of thing she needed right now. A rotten piece of fruit bobbed its way to her hiding spot beneath dock, and with a disgusted grimace she scooped it up in her hand. The sound of footsteps above told her that someone was approaching; thanks awfully for volunteering.
A swift dash out of the water, and the fruit was sent hurtling towards the person. Nysa caught a glimpse of dark hair and broody eyebrows before she tumbled back into the water; there was a splash as she dove back under, in search of more ammunition.
The water around the port was filthy. Humans never learned to keep their trash to themselves; it was a petty excuse, but just the kind of thing she needed right now. A rotten piece of fruit bobbed its way to her hiding spot beneath dock, and with a disgusted grimace she scooped it up in her hand. The sound of footsteps above told her that someone was approaching; thanks awfully for volunteering.
A swift dash out of the water, and the fruit was sent hurtling towards the person. Nysa caught a glimpse of dark hair and broody eyebrows before she tumbled back into the water; there was a splash as she dove back under, in search of more ammunition.
Face your life; its pain, its pleasure
Nysadeia
