1/29/2025, 3:12 AM
Seems there's a sopping animal to interrupt her meteorological wonder. Mir glances down from the streaks of fire to stare at the wet beast pulling itself from the sea. A woman. Small, sturdy like. She exhales slowly, keeping a wide berth to try to keep the creature from getting too much sea water on her.
"Из всех вещей. " Her voice is low, barely audible over the roar of the waves. Then she speaks up in a more common tongue. "Trying to kill yourself in the sea? Or is the sea angry at you?" The swell had been sudden, unexpected. It's otherwise been a clear winter night, and even now the ocean is calm. She glances out among it warily, wondering if another creature might be spit ashore.
"It does not seem like a wise way to go."
"Из всех вещей. " Her voice is low, barely audible over the roar of the waves. Then she speaks up in a more common tongue. "Trying to kill yourself in the sea? Or is the sea angry at you?" The swell had been sudden, unexpected. It's otherwise been a clear winter night, and even now the ocean is calm. She glances out among it warily, wondering if another creature might be spit ashore.
"It does not seem like a wise way to go."