10-30-2020, 10:14 PM
The scatter marked boy rolled his eyes. Of course it would be Nasrin he ran into today, but he supposed there was only so much island to go around. It was bound to happen sometimes.
With the air of someone explaining things very slowly, he nodded back to the seemingly empty path. "I don't want to scare the ghost. I want to be friends with it." His mouth twisted into a half-smirk. "You might make friends too if your Ma wasn't a barracuda." He jibed. It wasn't true, he didn't think, but he'd seen Nasrin's teeth some days, and barracuda was the closest creature he could imagine them coming from.
His train of thought was interrupted when the pale girl reappeared. She was light enough to look like a ghost, but he couldn't see the trees through her, and when he looked at her feet they definitely touched the ground. A pebble of disappointment dropped through him, before it vanished in a wave of annoyance.
"It wasn't me," he snapped, blunt teeth bared in a predatory way when he looked over his shoulder to the multicolored Nasrin. His mother would have a thing or two to say if she saw him snarling at the girl, but Ma wasn't here to see it. There was just something about the other sea child that rubbed him the wrong way. Made him want to fight.
Tail thrashing impatiently, he turned back to the stranger. "You're not a ghost, are you?" He asked, feeling a little put out that his game had ended before it had really begun. Too bad but, there were three of them now. There could be other games.
@[Nasrin] @[Barley]
With the air of someone explaining things very slowly, he nodded back to the seemingly empty path. "I don't want to scare the ghost. I want to be friends with it." His mouth twisted into a half-smirk. "You might make friends too if your Ma wasn't a barracuda." He jibed. It wasn't true, he didn't think, but he'd seen Nasrin's teeth some days, and barracuda was the closest creature he could imagine them coming from.
His train of thought was interrupted when the pale girl reappeared. She was light enough to look like a ghost, but he couldn't see the trees through her, and when he looked at her feet they definitely touched the ground. A pebble of disappointment dropped through him, before it vanished in a wave of annoyance.
"It wasn't me," he snapped, blunt teeth bared in a predatory way when he looked over his shoulder to the multicolored Nasrin. His mother would have a thing or two to say if she saw him snarling at the girl, but Ma wasn't here to see it. There was just something about the other sea child that rubbed him the wrong way. Made him want to fight.
Tail thrashing impatiently, he turned back to the stranger. "You're not a ghost, are you?" He asked, feeling a little put out that his game had ended before it had really begun. Too bad but, there were three of them now. There could be other games.
@[Nasrin] @[Barley]