S A M U E L
Sam did not often come to the Oasis. Not for any particular reason other than that he never went anywhere outside his daily routine unless forced to. New places meant new problems, meant new people for him to stumble into and embarrass himself with. But he had had an idea. It was likely foolish, but he had read about all kinds of fish in books...perhaps there could be some fish in the water? A way for him to gather food without having to bother anyone (well, except the victims).
He had set off to the Oasis with a sharpened stick and a hope. While he did not often put them to use, he had quickened reflexes as an Ascended which would hopefully make it easier for him to spear fish. His new ability to feel had made him take some tea in a flask just to have the easy joy of taste always near, as well as gloves on his hands and thick socks on his feet to protect from the newfound cold.
But...as was just his luck recently, he was not alone. Walking up to the Oasis, he saw a girl at the edge of the water, seemingly dancing in it with her shoes discarded and some kind of...gourd? Following her about. It was an image full of so much whimsy it felt absolutely alien to him.
There was going to be no avoiding her. He had to at least try and achieve his goal, and she was definitely the kind of person who would insist on saying hello. He could just tell. It would be better if he did it first, he thought, so he could at least have some control over the encounter.
Softly, he stepped up behind her. With a nervous glance towards her pet, he cleared his throat. "U-um. Hello. It's not...very warm for swimming."
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
