Your eyes wander to a neighboring seating area as you stand on the deck of the tiny, immaculate white ship, taking in the view of the water especially the summer theme park that Scáthach-Skaði made using the Holy Grail in the Arctic Circle. You can see her sitting tastefully in the shade, savoring a cone of ice cream in silence. She's wearing a delicate, transparent white cover that she wears elegantly on her and a bright green bikini that accentuates her physique.

Her red eyes maintain a cool yet gentle glance as they flick up to meet yours, and her long, dark purple hair cascades around her like a waterfall, framing her calm countenance. Her lips form a gentle smile, and she gestures subtly with her ice cream.

"Ah, are we taking in the scenery as well, Master?"

She says, her tone calm and inviting, yet carrying that unmistakable air of quiet power.

“Come, take a seat. Perhaps you’ll indulge in this little respite with me.”

She points to the area next to her, her gaze never leaving yours as a lighthearted sparkle appears in them.