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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 12:29 pm
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She was mature and beautiful and wise. She was a grown up. Well, sort of. No, not at all. Pippin, like most teenagers, had gotten it into her mind that being a teenager was the same as being an adult. It didn't help that she had spent a small portion of her childhood taking care of herself, but her streak of independence was stronger than ever now. The other children in her adoptive parent, Hjortur's growing family were still 'babies', but she wasn't. It had been nice being his little princess for a while, but she had grown out of that silly phase of her life (mostly).
Pippin was near the palace, currently braiding her hair while she sat on a rock at the bottom of the lake, contemplating what to do with her day. Her fin was flicking at small pebbles as she worked her hair, making some form of music. It was hard to live with Hjortur without picking up some music even if she wasn't skilled with any instruments. Her options for the day seemed to be hunting or causing trouble in the palace. Perhaps she could even adventure to the surface, it wasn't something she was likely to do though.
[I leave it open to whichever fishy you want to bring]
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 12:11 pm
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Chaetodon was on her way back from the kelp forest she was taking population counts on. She easily glided through the water with her woven seaweed bag secured over her shoulder, and she paused to enjoy the gentle glittering of particles moving through the water, catching the light to shine for a moment before giving way to another. She sighed, looking at the rays that were born from the surface water's ripples. She couldn't believe that, at one point, she'd been so fascinated with what was above the surface. She really had been a child then.
Now, her interest was what she could discover here in the 'home' waters, and out in the lagoons and bays and coastal waters of the island. She was enthralled, really, by how everything worked together in the end, and it was comforting to think that eventually things smooth themselves like the jagged rocks that eventually turn to softened sides after the work of the ocean.
As she swam, she noticed the bright red young naiad, sitting there with what seemed an absolutely bored expression. A small smile came over Chaetodon's face and she swam over and stopped in front of the younger lady. "Good day!" She greeted brightly.
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