⤱ — - @devillains​ liked for a starter.
Droplets of water dripped off of the young sea-witch’s form as she stepped back onto the dry, littered Isle sand, her teal braids damp from the swim, her somewhat too large and discoloured underwear clinging to her form. Uma settled on the beach, looking out at the murky, dangerous waters she had just come from. Her clothes were in a heaping pile beside her, topped off perfectly with her sword — a threat to anyone who came near. She heard a shuffle behind her, but didn’t turn to grace it with her gaze, just pursed her lips, and crossed her arms over her chest.Â
❛ Isn’t it a little late for you to be out? ❜ Uma didn’t need to know who exactly it was, she knew the sound of Carlos’ steps anywhere, they had, after all, been acquainted in the past. Who else taught the boy to swim but her and her crew?
