Stavanger Bay A Tisket always has a Tasket. You don't need a Basket, though. Keep that.

@Lilia because yes. @Vyn

Valkyr stomped through the breeze with something less pleasant than a scowl on her face. It was damned cold, and she prefered the summer. Stupid seasons, always on their bipolar shit. Yellow topaz with flecks of green crashed over the desolate sands and irritating chilly wind with a hulky body in pursuit of...what, exactly?

"Vyn, what even are we looking for, here? There's like, nobody," she barked, clearly done with this beach and everything revolving around it. "Yea, somebody was here like a good," she visibly sniffs the sky, the ground, and everything in between, "maybe a week ago, but they're hella gone now. What gives?"

Her thick hips swung as she turned her entire warm hued body to face that charming sister of hers. Well, charming to everybody else; Valkyr grew up with this girl - she was immune to that little act all the rest of the other gender fell for. "And if you're thinking I'm going in that freezing ass water girl, you got me a whole lifetime of fucked up. We're gonna have to chase something down." Looking around, her thick crown swiveled this way and that trying to find something that moved without her permission.