你是誰 ??? // @jenjidaii
“I can only imagine how hot it must be- donning that mask.”
It’s been some time since she paid the isles of Taarva a visit, no one had the time, it was, after all, an extremely remote, far-flung part of her realm- but the bustle of the capital is a miraculously convincing force at times, and she often found herself paddling across the foamy sea on a makeshift raft, with a poorly sewn pouch slung across her shoulders, closer to the barnacles, oysters and sea spice than the chatter of an insufferable court. On the cusp of a rock protruding out into the crashing waves, accessible only by a stretch of grey sand, one could find the Vanir princess sitting next to a pile of unshucked oysters, a scalpel in hand. She was playing with an open palm full of ivory pearls, rolling them back and forth on her skin.
She didn’t realize how preoccupied she was until she noticed the strange, pyramidal ship sputtering noises on the shore, landing quite ungracefully. The man in the mask that made him sound like a mouth-breather only added to the conundrum.
“.....You certainly don’t look like a fisherman.”
