Oystercatcher Tide Pools bittersweet arrival

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the low male sneered at her. poor thing, he had lost his way. too far gone, now. she pitied him. for him to not know his place in this world must be a hardship to endure. always feeling out of place, always feeling out of the rhythm of the world. alas, her duty was not to save those who did not want saving. the nymph's duty was to guide those who sought guidance.

this one, so clearly, did not seek guidance.

she laughed lightly at his accusations, brushing them off just as easily as she had brushed the sand off her feet with her tongue. goddess strange in her guidance, yes? tyche smiled her sweet smile at him, no ill will or intent behind her gentle expression.