In the blackened waters of conceit I saw my silhouette, pale and bleached
For the first moment, Nerissa wonders absently how Zeph had managed to mark underwater tunnels with anything longlasting enough for them to see it, but before she can put too much thought into it, she realizes she really doesn't care. As long as there is work to do, and there is, then she can focus on doing it.
Olavi stays close to her, as they moves through the tunnels, laying traps and ensuring the marked one is clear. Nerissa makes careful note of the safe path, and leaves a mark of her own, something for her own people to follow, if needed. As for any other mers who happened to be caught in the area? Well they'd learn very quickly this wasn't a place for them, wouldn't they?
And as long as they're successful, Nerissa returns to the pool in the main area stretching out of the water and leaning against Olavi, watching the rest of them go about their work.
Olavi stays close to her, as they moves through the tunnels, laying traps and ensuring the marked one is clear. Nerissa makes careful note of the safe path, and leaves a mark of her own, something for her own people to follow, if needed. As for any other mers who happened to be caught in the area? Well they'd learn very quickly this wasn't a place for them, wouldn't they?
And as long as they're successful, Nerissa returns to the pool in the main area stretching out of the water and leaning against Olavi, watching the rest of them go about their work.
Nerissa
