07-21-2018, 11:34 PM
The tiny Striker tended to lurk on Barracuda Bay; trotting along side the shore, and running away from crabs or following turtles around. Though she had arrived via the water, moons ago, Keona never stepped into it. When one was blind and often dwarfed by even some leaves, it simply was not a good idea. Of course, the faerie child never really thought about swimming before.
She'd never done it before, and she could not see it be done. Swimming remained one of life's mysteries, until perhaps she wandered across the bay to where a small group of crewmates had gathered. Her ear flicked, pale sea-green hues flickering in confusion. Her stomach twisted in knots when she realized none of the voices were truly familiar to her; not registering as one of her family or friends. Just crewmates.
The rusty spotted cat bounced on her paws, tail tip twitching. "S... Swim?"
She'd never done it before, and she could not see it be done. Swimming remained one of life's mysteries, until perhaps she wandered across the bay to where a small group of crewmates had gathered. Her ear flicked, pale sea-green hues flickering in confusion. Her stomach twisted in knots when she realized none of the voices were truly familiar to her; not registering as one of her family or friends. Just crewmates.
The rusty spotted cat bounced on her paws, tail tip twitching. "S... Swim?"
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