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]
Kira of Flames
