UPON re-entering this city, she’d been assigned a new living space. She found it a little amusing, though, that it had still been nestled in Golden Ward. It made her feel as if she were at the center of never-ending summer celebrations; a festive cruise ship docked and partying every other night, fireworks over the Boardwalk nightly, a foam-oriented Battle Royale on the sandy shores... And those are just the events she’s been able to keep track of. She doesn’t mind them, of course— contrary to popular belief, Nightingale does understand the concept of good fun. She’s even been known to partake from time to time. But still, it makes this particular seasonal event all the more appealing.
For a limited time, one could dip into the ocean with more than just the moonlight as their guide. Dozens of fireflies have flocked to her with keen interest, lighting up in bright twinkles whenever she so much as kicks her feet. She’s unsure how they can dive beneath the waves with her, and she doesn’t particularly care— it’s a sight to behold, and the ocean’s so quiet compared to the ruckus further inland. She hopes they don’t stray too far once she makes contact with the shore again, needing a temporary reprieve. After all, the only thing better than the saltwater for one’s health was the ocean air; there’s plenty to be gained by lounging on the shoreline, waiting to get warm again before diving back in. She expected the insects to be her only company, though; most were taking in the Boardwalk’s evening festivities, and anyone else frolicking in the waves... Well, suffice to say they were content to remain in pairs. Yet a familiar shock of green hair catches her attention, bounding along the shoreline; he was always bounding to one place or another, her former roommate.
❝ Good evening, ❞ she calls, not one to forget her manners ( unless it suited her ). ❝ I didn’t expect to see you here so late... Although I suppose the Boardwalk is too crowded to be running much of anywhere. ❞
@cometform — spiralefes.
