07-25-2020, 07:15 AM
The sound of bickering pierces through the air, knocking Paola clear out of her thoughts. She'd been trying to find a good spot for an afternoon siesta when the commotion carries along the sea breeze, distinct against the gentle lull of waves and seafoam—not that it bothers her. Not that anything bothers her. Instead, it piques her curiosity, causing her to pick up the blanket she'd laid out on the sand and carry it towards the source.
Towards company.
Towards Georgia... and someone else. She doesn't recognize his gray-and-white pelt, the weird pattern that adorns it, but they don't seem to be doing too much harm towards each other, so she isn't that worried. They've got powers, anyway. They could probably keep themselves from getting too hurt if things get rough, which it wouldn't... right?
"Is this some kind of Grim Ray training?" Paola flashes both a beaming grin, clearly unaware that their spat is likely less than friendly—or perhaps it's a way to get to know each other. She's heard about minds who familiarise themselves with strangers through the art of combat. Something about learning how their opponent thinks or whatever, she wouldn't know; fighting has always been about having fun and getting messy.
"Bet you two knock each other out by the end of the afternoon," she adds with a chime of laughter, laying out her blanket before proceeding to plop down on top of it, just a few steps away from the battle. She pulls out a small pack of popcorn from her satchel and pops a few pieces into her mouth. "You new here, big guy? Don't think I've seen your face around before. I'm Paola. Who're you?"
Towards company.
Towards Georgia... and someone else. She doesn't recognize his gray-and-white pelt, the weird pattern that adorns it, but they don't seem to be doing too much harm towards each other, so she isn't that worried. They've got powers, anyway. They could probably keep themselves from getting too hurt if things get rough, which it wouldn't... right?
"Is this some kind of Grim Ray training?" Paola flashes both a beaming grin, clearly unaware that their spat is likely less than friendly—or perhaps it's a way to get to know each other. She's heard about minds who familiarise themselves with strangers through the art of combat. Something about learning how their opponent thinks or whatever, she wouldn't know; fighting has always been about having fun and getting messy.
"Bet you two knock each other out by the end of the afternoon," she adds with a chime of laughter, laying out her blanket before proceeding to plop down on top of it, just a few steps away from the battle. She pulls out a small pack of popcorn from her satchel and pops a few pieces into her mouth. "You new here, big guy? Don't think I've seen your face around before. I'm Paola. Who're you?"
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