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Characters: pennated (OPEN!)
Setting/Location: Caravan Lobby
Date & Time: Day 17, Early afternoon
Warnings: Possible derp
Summary: Coming back onto the Caravan from the lake, someone seems to be acting a bit strange...
Nill had made herself scarce during all the battles, she disliked any sort of violence and had preferred to explore the lake instead. The death of so many mermaids had caused her a bit of grief, it was a sad sight and she was just glad to be getting back on the Caravan now. She enjoyed her short time as a mermaid, having never been to an ocean or lake before the whole thing was fascinating if not a tiny bit scary.
It seemed just as she had mastered the tail they had all switched back to legs and got ready to board, the change caused her to wobble just slightly as she boarded the Caravan. Despite this she seemed to struggle a bit more than she should on the ramp up into the Lobby, holding her black cardigan in a large bundle between her arms. The girl was clearly not quite herself today, usually eager to greet all the familiar faces (and often the unfamiliar ones too) she seemed to keep her head down and eyes focused on the ground in front of her. Nill's steps were planned and gentle, one in front of the other until she slowly and smoothly worked her way across the room instead of her usual bounce.
Setting/Location: Caravan Lobby
Date & Time: Day 17, Early afternoon
Warnings: Possible derp
Summary: Coming back onto the Caravan from the lake, someone seems to be acting a bit strange...
Nill had made herself scarce during all the battles, she disliked any sort of violence and had preferred to explore the lake instead. The death of so many mermaids had caused her a bit of grief, it was a sad sight and she was just glad to be getting back on the Caravan now. She enjoyed her short time as a mermaid, having never been to an ocean or lake before the whole thing was fascinating if not a tiny bit scary.
It seemed just as she had mastered the tail they had all switched back to legs and got ready to board, the change caused her to wobble just slightly as she boarded the Caravan. Despite this she seemed to struggle a bit more than she should on the ramp up into the Lobby, holding her black cardigan in a large bundle between her arms. The girl was clearly not quite herself today, usually eager to greet all the familiar faces (and often the unfamiliar ones too) she seemed to keep her head down and eyes focused on the ground in front of her. Nill's steps were planned and gentle, one in front of the other until she slowly and smoothly worked her way across the room instead of her usual bounce.