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

The girl gave a short laugh, a flurry of air billowing from her nose and floating in the salty air around them - autumn was fucking cold. She felt the wind rush against her sides, smoothing her coat against her body, and shook herself as though she could brush off the breeze like a feather. "You're welcome, bitch. You know you can always count on me for undying love and support~" 

Before she could add another satirical comment, a random chic strolled her way into their midst, rudely interrupting their conversation and making a blunt statement that neither she or her sibling quite understood. Vyn raised a brow, though she was not afraid - she could defend herself, and Valkyr was by her side too. "Well hey there. I'm afraid you're going to have to be a little more specific, honey." As her sibling's topaz gaze flickered her way, the wanderer shook her head, rolling her shoulders back in a shrug, resisting the urge to place a smug grin on her delicate features.