@fatereleased :: ILYVI :: “what dangers lurk”
“Slaughterfish, for certain,” Ilyvi replied, not even looking up as she shucked the chitin off the crab in her hand with a dagger. “Maybe a dreugh if you’re unlucky. Otherwise hypothermia for the most part.”
Tor-Acr grinned knowingly, as his scales shone in the sunlight after his swim. “It’s not sso bad, with a flame nearby and in the afternoon.” He gave a nod toward the woman’s fire in a questioning manner. “Mind if I join you for a sspell?”








