#halvhavfrue

“You want to claim plausible what about what now???” Lovise looked confused at the half-mer, confused and clearly lost about what the other had said, and not really sure what she wanted to tell her with that. She started to play with her hair in distress. Did she do something wrong that the other was bothered by?

She shrugged, “I mean, not really. They usually die in stories, right? Like ‘die as a hero or live to see yourself become a villain’ that sort of thing?” She shrugged, “but I don’t really want to be a damsel in distress, either. What are the other options?”

“Based on nothing more than intuition, I’d say at least nearly a whole bottle of top-shelf tequila. I’m not sure how long he’s been here, but the party only started a couple of hours ago.” Natalia said flatly– as if she’s seen this before.

“hm?” Lovise looked up from where she was lazily floating on her back near the shoreline. She rolled around and got herself into an upright position, to have a better look on Lise. “Yeah I kinda have the time.” she shrugged. “Is there something I can help you with?” she asked, while quirking her head to the side and pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear.