Abyssal waters were cold.
She barely even noticed it anymore, with how the cold had crept into what felt like her very soul. Even then─ the sun was comforting. She didn’t go up far, because she was aware those ship girls were up there, and would probably attack on sight. She was just... in the middle waters. The water was a solid blue color, with small, white particles flowing down, resembling beautiful ocean snowflakes. She drums her fingers against her other gauntlet, humming idly to herself as she stared up at the surface, face flat and blank with no emotion. The swish of water draws her attention, calmly turning to face the noise. She squints, gazing at the source.
@abyssalanchorage
