May 3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Seriously?” she drawled. “I have a title?” The merman shifted, and Nora’s head tilted. There was a very confusing change in demeanour, the open hostility and fury from just moments ago quickly giving way to interest at the news that she had killed a Mirelurk Queen. “It’s a feat that denotes great skill and strength.” He moved a little closer to the edge of the pier. “Feats that humans don’t usually achieve. They aren’t fast enough. So how did you kill it?”
