To your Witcher - Fishing

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

you laugh and smile at me, but you don't see a thing !

Trevor's drunken stupor when he joined was the reason why Atbash was wary around the guy; she didn't like anyone who was constantly drunk or under some sort of substance just for the fun of it. It unnerved her, she didn't like how seemingly unpredictable people were in that state. Fortunately she hadn't dealt with an alcoholic parent in the past so she could eventually learn to put her prejudice aside.

Atbash usually didn't visit the docks very often, but with her mind still running the words Atticus said to her, the savannah decided to head towards the docks to get some peace; water soothed her, as ironic as it may seem with her unease with The Typhoon.

"Oh! Hi, Trevor." Atbash squeaked as she arrived at the docks, blinking in surprise once she realized the silhouette was Trevor, in the middle of fishing. The husky pulled his head back, a fish in tow, and he let out a triumphant noise. "That was a nice catch." She complimented, forcing herself to give the new Tangler a smile.

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