The sea was a beautiful thing, the crystal blue waters that served as a physical manifestation for power's definition. Irises reflecting the magnificent hues observed pensively, the jetstone pupils narrowed as sunlight bounced off of the glistening surface of the foam capped waves. One might call the scene romantic. A lone female staring out at the ocean, perhaps awaiting the return of a long lost love who had set out. Perhaps a fair maiden, dreaming of the fairytale mers that might dwell beneath the sea...but Bonnie was no maiden.
The lucain girl was anything but feminine. He long citrus locks had been pulled back in thick twin braids that suspended themselves from beneath an amethyst hued bandana. To her torso clung a similarly tinted bodice, strapped tight by leather chords that wound about her until ending at the waist. Upon the fabric surface, a lucain skull and crossbones could be seen, the insignia mirrored through the spray flecked attire. The purpose of the outfit seemed to be to conceal her the majority of her lucain likenesses, but her tails could not be contained and traced the splintered dock lazily, reflecting the mood she appeared to be in.
Thrilling as the sea was – there was little yet to do with it. There was little much to do with anything yet, so the girl lowered herself down to sit upon the dock's edge, waiting for fate to throw down a favor - that she might be found some opportunity in this place.
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