Yuna does not come this close to Torchline very often, not unless she has been sent to offer help to any of those who live there. But today is an exception, and it comes in the form of necessity rather than curiosity. With a gentle undulation of tentacles, the Mer drifts closer to the underside of Metacarpal Island, which is unsurprisingly very much like the top side of it.
Here, though, the bleached bone looks more murky than stark and white, the crimson roots hanging from between skeletons much like a cephalod's tentacles (and she should know, being one for the most part). Yuna is on the lookout for something personal, something she has lost, and she hates the thought of it being tangled up here in the bones forever.
Here, though, the bleached bone looks more murky than stark and white, the crimson roots hanging from between skeletons much like a cephalod's tentacles (and she should know, being one for the most part). Yuna is on the lookout for something personal, something she has lost, and she hates the thought of it being tangled up here in the bones forever.
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