24th Song[offline]
Well. She had intended to go hunting. Only, there's now a sandy beach all around her. Guess who doesn't do well in the sun? You guessed right, Rip. In fact, She's still heavily bundled up with no amount of skin showing and huddling under an umbrella as if it's her last lifeline.. which well, it kind of was. Briefly she contemplated just.. walking into the apparent ocean and continuing on. She didn't need to breathe after all. But then her musket would get ruined. So.. that ruled out that.
The huntress growled softly, ignoring the heat as she stormed along the beach, searching for some kind of shelter. Needless to say, Rip was far from happy and looking really, really out of place still in winter gear and a patched up backpack and gun slung on her back while hiding under an umbrella that looked like it had seen better days.
The huntress growled softly, ignoring the heat as she stormed along the beach, searching for some kind of shelter. Needless to say, Rip was far from happy and looking really, really out of place still in winter gear and a patched up backpack and gun slung on her back while hiding under an umbrella that looked like it had seen better days.