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The stars are so odd in Neverland. Tristan has taken to going out when he can, leaning against a tree (his kerchief between his coat and the wood) and looking up at what patterns he can make out. A ship... he smiles fondly, glancing over to look at the Jolly Roger, barely visible in the dim light of nighttime. He turns back to the sky, tilting his head curiously.

"How funny," he says aloud, outstretching his hand to help himself picture a constellation. "They look like a star... one that's made of stars."

~ Location: Graveyard ~

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With the sun setting over the horizon, it was about time Bones set out for their patrol. Patrolling wasn't exactly necessary, however Bones couldn't sit with this nagging image of the graves being disturbed. Be it by wild animals or mischievous smallfolk. Carrying their trademark shovel in one hand and torch in the other, they traverse the beautiful landscape of Neverland in the sunset. The pouches around their waist clatter lightly as they jump over little holes and crouch under low reaching branches.

Time seems to stand still as they trace the natural pathway that is slowly forming thanks to countless nights of seemingly endless pacing. They visited each and every grave, quietly humming to themselves in tune to the whistling of the wind while they gently brought a brush over the stone, ensuring the stone was always somewhat clean and readable. A few flowers have sprouted around some of the older tombstones now Winter has ended, delighting Bones to no end. They take joy in carefully picking out the weeds nearby to encourage their growth.

Everything is so serene, so still save for the wind and the distant sounds of the ocean waves. Bones knows this place like the back of their hand, knows if something has shifted, knows if something is wrong. Their ears quickly perk up when they hear shifting from nearby, tensing as they get to their feet and look over to where the noise was coming from. Their torch light didn't quite reach, even as they held it out. "...Who goes there?" They speak cautiously, preparing for anything.

Nin still isn't used to this new land, and that's her excuse. Crags were fairly common in her home, but they were different, all constructed differently and made of different types of stone.

A simple leap through the air; Nin was feeling good, she's starting to settle in and it's exciting! But diving over crags may not be a good idea. Especially when she had her trajectory all wrong.

Now here she is, trapped with her tail stuck between two rocks. She's torn between crying out for help and just quietly fixing herself up. How embarrassing, to have one of the mermaids she just barely met come and save her from this! They'll think she's just... clumsy!

But she doesn't want to tug too much; she's seen Nerissa, and the way they treat her. A few mermaids from her home were like that, but they protected one another there. It wasn't like that here. Nerissa and Marlowe -- they were afforded no special treatment. No good special treatment, at least. Nin wouldn't end up like that.

So, she supposes... it's time to just... gently wiggle her way free. It might take some time. She rapidly looks up and around — there's no one here to see her like this, right? Right?