#humanjackfrost

[ooc; I- uhm… what? 

Not all that dissimilarly to a crow, Peter did not sit, but perched. At present, of all the places to perch like this, he'd found his way to a sea wall by a rocky beach; the kind of beach made more of pebbles than sand, and of shells to scratch and cut your feet. Not the kindest beach, to say the least. He'd shed his coat and cutlass so they sat in a pile by his side, and peered into the water some few feet away, where the stars of had begun to shine, but the fish were nowhere to be found. Though somehow he knew it wasn’t his presence frightening them off Peter gazed into the sea and told himself that the fish had gone to a summer home of sorts, away from the layer of frost permeating his world. He wouldn’t blame them; he’d hate to live in a sea so cold himself. The cold was bad enough, but constantly bathing in it would be worse.

Too fascinated by the lapping waves below, he didn't even chance glancing at the stranger behind him as the scritching sound of their shoes against sandy ground rang out in the swooshing silence. “Hullo.” was all he said at first. “Do you know where the fish are, since they don’t seem to be home?”

And never once did it dawn on Peter that this given sea simply might not have any fish in it.

Sylvia looked at the boy around her age and gave a scowl, putting her hands on her hips. "Who are you?"

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Letting out a huff of air, Emma rubbed at her eyes and looked around blinking and relaxing when everything seemed to be normal again. Maybe it had all been a strange dream. Suddenly her eyes widen when she sees the figure standing not too far away.