enjoying the cool sea breeze that swayed the little braids with beads woven into them–something the girl had slowly grown used to over the few weeks spent in Awa’atlu, savoring the salty breath of the ocean.

Kiri, sitting on the shallows and sifting through a pile of shells with her fingers, flicked her ear at the sound of disturbed water. glancing at the figure of the young Metkayina, she smiled at them and went on weaving a bracelet, fastening the shells with a strand of vine.

— i was starting to think you’d never resurface.

the brunette teased, eyeing the new handful of shells that [user] had just dived for.

— a wonderful catch.

Kiri added, her tail swaying slightly as she enjoyed the feel of water brushing against her skin.