#mellifluencex 01

[pyrrhiclegend]

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    Oh, well there’s a familiar figure. Achilles hadn’t seen her in a long while, but he does recognize the woman, especially since she stood out quite a bit. He felt a small kinship towards her, since his mother, Thetis, was a sea nymph, a goddess of the seas.

    “Say, you’re that mer-lady I’ve heard about, right?" Not the usual way he’d greet a woman(usually with a wink), but he was feeling friendly and less flirty today. 

[tagor-gor]

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[ Was she aquatic?  She looked it!  If there was one thing to know about trolls, it was that they associate being aquatic with royalty.  And even if she was seadwelling, the way she carried herself still screamed status. ]

My, looks fitting for an heiress.

To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?

*_________

[krojibbed]

[You were a wander, and with wandering came getting lost.]

[To be honest, you haven’t really made it home since the whole undead fiasco. You were normally a homebody, sure, but that was back when you had your cave and your recuperacoon and your lusus and other homey comforts. Now, an actual house just feels… wrong. Out of place. Not the Krojib way.]

[And so, you explore. You’ve made it from Fibonacci to Cotes, then Cotes to Golden, leisuring and dumpster diving and stealing all the way through. With your instincts in full swing, you’ve swiped some pretty good, simple stuff to add to the collection that Boldir’s keys started, though it clearly paled in comparison to your draconic horde back home.]

[In Golden, high-rise and modern, you come across a shifting, bright beach, and you almost shy away from it out of instinct. Not that you have anything against seadwellers, you just tend to avoid their hangouts. As most sane trolls would, really. Though, you come to the realization that you haven’t really spotted any of your aquatic neighbors since you got here… maybe none had taken residence.]

[Hesitantly, you step out to the sand, your boots crunching underfoot as you walk along.]

[It was… much nicer than you were used to.]

[Beaches back home were cold, dreary, for the moon shone dim on the sands and lit them with an almost eerie glow, like a brightly colored animal warding you to stay away for fear of poison. This was warm, light, comforting, and as you basked in the glow for a long moment, something caught your eye, dragging it out towards the rolling sea. Or rather, towards the tide, the closer waves lapping at your rubber boots.]

[A… person? They looked more fish than human, so it was hard to say, but you were pretty sure they weren’t a seadwelling member of the ever growing Alternian diaspora. And frankly, you were curious. It was unlike you to be so willing to interact with others, but you found yourself drawn to the stranger in an odd sort of way. And as you stepped closer, eyes similarly drawn towards a shell set in your path (what a great material), you sit yourself down in the sand, letting the waves wash against your clothed legs.]

CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: Is the water nice out there..

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