07-27-2020, 11:49 PM
Gia couldn't really attest to why she was out in the rain.
There was such a vast difference between sitting water and the water that fell from the sky; she couldn't explain it, but the wet bits of flora sticking to her paw fluff was wretched and uncomfortable, while the wet sand between her toe pads when she walked across the beach was comforting and familiar. Every few steps, Gia would pause and shake a foot, dislodging a pebble or a clump of mud, gagging to herself at the feeling of slimy things getting stuck where they shouldn't.
It was likely because Georgia herself wasn't getting wet from the rain - she'd used her water abilities to take the rain from above and form a sort of umbrella. It had taken quite a bit of practice to get the hang of, but lord was it useful now.
She was mostly out and about to check on the turtle hatchlings, she supposed, because they often took any sort of darkness from the sky as a sign to beeline for the water. However, she wasn't far away from the bell when she heard its toll. It was slightly muffled through the patter of the rain, but it still piqued her interest. Surely other clans (besides...besides The Pitt) wouldn't want to send mercenaries through the rain, which meant it was possibly another joiner.
Ambling over to inspect, she stepped up beside Lu, listening to the other girl say her greetings. Georgia, shockingly, was in bit of a foul mood thanks to the weather and the horrid sensory clashes it presented her with, so without saying much, she extended her umbrella so the protection spread above the heads of the stranger, her, and Eulia. If they didn't like it, they could step back out into the rain for all she cared.
Blinking at the vixen sitting before them, Georgia supposed he wasn't too much younger than she was, though the way his fur stuck to his body made him look small and thin. He didn't speak English, and neither did Lu - but if she was correct, one was speaking French and one spoke Spanish. She was pretty sure Paola spoke Spanish, too. Georgia herself knew a few bits of Greek here and there - ancient remnants of her mother's soul glittering in the murk of her mind - but not enough to actively use it in her everyday speech.
"I'm Georgia," The sandy-toned feline offered once Lu was finished. She took a moment to extend and curve the umbrella around their left side as the wind attempted to push the rain beneath their cover. Then she stole a glance at Eulia, curiosity causing a small uptick in her mood. "What do the snakes do when they're agitated?"
There was such a vast difference between sitting water and the water that fell from the sky; she couldn't explain it, but the wet bits of flora sticking to her paw fluff was wretched and uncomfortable, while the wet sand between her toe pads when she walked across the beach was comforting and familiar. Every few steps, Gia would pause and shake a foot, dislodging a pebble or a clump of mud, gagging to herself at the feeling of slimy things getting stuck where they shouldn't.
It was likely because Georgia herself wasn't getting wet from the rain - she'd used her water abilities to take the rain from above and form a sort of umbrella. It had taken quite a bit of practice to get the hang of, but lord was it useful now.
She was mostly out and about to check on the turtle hatchlings, she supposed, because they often took any sort of darkness from the sky as a sign to beeline for the water. However, she wasn't far away from the bell when she heard its toll. It was slightly muffled through the patter of the rain, but it still piqued her interest. Surely other clans (besides...besides The Pitt) wouldn't want to send mercenaries through the rain, which meant it was possibly another joiner.
Ambling over to inspect, she stepped up beside Lu, listening to the other girl say her greetings. Georgia, shockingly, was in bit of a foul mood thanks to the weather and the horrid sensory clashes it presented her with, so without saying much, she extended her umbrella so the protection spread above the heads of the stranger, her, and Eulia. If they didn't like it, they could step back out into the rain for all she cared.
Blinking at the vixen sitting before them, Georgia supposed he wasn't too much younger than she was, though the way his fur stuck to his body made him look small and thin. He didn't speak English, and neither did Lu - but if she was correct, one was speaking French and one spoke Spanish. She was pretty sure Paola spoke Spanish, too. Georgia herself knew a few bits of Greek here and there - ancient remnants of her mother's soul glittering in the murk of her mind - but not enough to actively use it in her everyday speech.
"I'm Georgia," The sandy-toned feline offered once Lu was finished. She took a moment to extend and curve the umbrella around their left side as the wind attempted to push the rain beneath their cover. Then she stole a glance at Eulia, curiosity causing a small uptick in her mood. "What do the snakes do when they're agitated?"
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*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags