Ankyra Sound this that rhythm, this that lightning

sobeille gasped. she was on the cusp of scolding him for his insufferable rudeness when he swiped a cluster of slimy seaweed smack-dab across her beautiful face.



the absolute FUCKIN' NERVE!

sobeille collected herself with a second indignant gasp, casting the seaweed to the ground with a clatter. her little tail curled over her hips as she looked svalinn up and down. and what dat job be, svalinn? being ANNOYING? she collected the rock with another scoff -- really, sobeille was above acting like she was five (not rly). don't you have some seagulls to bully?

as it turned out, he did — sobeille watched him with a hard stare as he sauntered past. she decided this side of the beach was ruined for the day, and stormed off once she was sure his nosy little eyes weren’t still following her.