#nerapolem

He's taken his sketchbook to the beach, just to get away from everything going on at the school, and he's been there for a while now without even picking up his pencil.

But he's getting into the mood to sketch now, as the high-noon sun creeps back down toward the horizon, casting interesting shadows over the debris on the beach, and he finds himself caught up in a piece in just a few pencil strokes.

(When he's like this, sometimes it's a little hard for him to break focus.)

( Farli looks at the newcomer curiously; she was only here for a quiet walk along the beach, but she's not against meeting new people--provided said new people aren't trying to kill her. The stranger doesn't seem malicious though, plus she smells like ocean. Very interesting indeed. She claps her hands together gently and draws them apart, silver writing appearing in the space between. )

did you play siren and drown him

Break the ice; have our muses interact!

"Why, I've been here forever", Triton smirked, eyes flickering with quiet rage.

[ Honestly, he wishes to apologize aloud as much as he is in his head. Instead, he places the tennis ball in her free hand as quick as he can, not even sure whether it stays in place or not, in order to steady her with both hands.

Oh dear, it seems as if bruising has already begun on her chin and he grows even more guilty.

He shakes his head, finding that this whole incident was all on him. A fist rises up to his chest, making a small circle to indicate how sorry he was. Perhaps she’d be able to recognize and interpret sign language! Oh, how he hoped she would. ]

[ And look at that -- now she's got a tennis ball. His? He was reaching for it, right? Nonetheless she takes good hold of it so as not to let it fall, mindful of her fingernails lest they get caught in its lime green fur.

Okay. Okay, she's got this. Let the poor man go, Cancey, jeez louise. After she lets go and he shakes his head, the dazed expression pinches into one of concern. ]

Oh dear. You're not o -- kay? Ahm ...

[ Then she sees the gesture. It's unmistakably sign language by the fluid way with which his curled fist makes the circle on his chest, but she's having trouble matching it ... ]

[ She lets a startled squeak of surprise and simultaneous pain when he straightens up and they collide. Seems she greatly underestimated how much space there was between them when she drifted over to paw through the sand and find the source of the blue glint she'd seen from a few feet off.

Cancey grabs his shoulder thinking she's returning the favour by steadying him, but with the stumble backwards probably winds up doing more harm than help. ]

Sorry! Sorryyyy.

[ Heck. How embarrassing. ]

Andromeda was watching a ship on the horizon from her spot on a rock sticking out into the sea. She’d been itching to get out on a ship again, but she hadn’t quite figured out what sort of situation she wanted to be in. Part of a crew? Ship’s captain? Smaller ship she could handle on her own?

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