Kiss a lover, dance a measure
Find your name, and buried treasure
Find your name, and buried treasure
The orca remained unbothered by ink and shallow waters both. Nysa could try to outpace her pursuer, but she really was not the type to exert herself if she didn't have to. So when the man reached out and spoke to her, the octupus found a crevice just beneath a reef and squeezed herself in. Trying for stealth, her colors shifting to mimic the rock and corals around her.
"Depends," she bit back cheekily "What are you gonna do if you catch up?" If he was a calamari conosseur she would have to get a raincheck.
Still, her options were dwindling. Between sweet talking her way out, pleading forgiveness for the fruit, and trying her venom, she definitely had a preference... Thinking hard she watched the current for a hint of his presence, wondering what his reasoning was for following her in the first place. Could all landwalkers shift like this? The way he acted was almost Mer in its flexibility - though she really hated to admit that.
"Depends," she bit back cheekily "What are you gonna do if you catch up?" If he was a calamari conosseur she would have to get a raincheck.
Still, her options were dwindling. Between sweet talking her way out, pleading forgiveness for the fruit, and trying her venom, she definitely had a preference... Thinking hard she watched the current for a hint of his presence, wondering what his reasoning was for following her in the first place. Could all landwalkers shift like this? The way he acted was almost Mer in its flexibility - though she really hated to admit that.
Face your life; its pain, its pleasure
Nysadeia
