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Post by leaftail on Aug 31, 2019 8:44:54 GMT -6
-Her name is...-
Featuring: Miles and Samael
Location: A random beach on the Isles
Time/Weather: Afternoon, Early Autumn; Sunny, Partly Cloudy with a light breeze
Takes place a few weeks after the events of Chapter 8 |
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Post by leaftail on Aug 31, 2019 8:45:48 GMT -6
Miles | Pirate
The sun’s glow scattered under the water, shining more along the surface than down in the depths by the coral reef. Fish swam in their schools, zooming in and out of the reef looking for food. The occasional reef shark made its presence known by interrupting the schools as it swam through it, scattering the fish in all directions. It was peaceful. Quiet. And in the moment, the hippocampus sat on the sand, letting the current rock him softly back and forth. It had been some time since Miles had had the chance to just take a moment for himself. There was so much going on, especially now that the pirates had come together to take on the mainland with help from the Flight. There had been so many meetings lately from with the Flight itself or with the other nations. Once the Bloody Siren returned to the Isles, Miles found himself spending less time on board the ship and more time underwater. A parrotfish grabbed Miles’ attention and he watched it for a moment before deciding his little mental break was over. He had probably been under the ocean for an hour or so and didn’t want to look as if he was avoiding his job, not that...Samael ever kept tabs on him. Kicking off the sand with his forelegs and giving himself a huge push with his tail, Miles launched himself to the surface. After a five minute swim to the shore, Miles felt his tail disappearing and his back legs returning as the water grew shallow. He shook the water off his body, using his blessing to help dry himself by pulling the drops of water off of him. The water accumulated into a decent-sized ball and he chucked it behind him, back into the ocean. Scanning the beach, Miles wasn’t surprised that he was alone, though it didn’t take long until he saw a form in the distance lying in the sand. Trotting along the beach, Miles got closer to the figure he recognized who it was and what they were doing, letting out a sigh and shaking his head. It was his captain, Samael. “ And what number are we on today Captain?” he asked, eyeing the flask in the horse’s teke.
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