* โคท closed starter, for @tomeslain โโโ july 6th, amongst the waters at the hawthorne pier.
" don't get too close to the edge. " it wasn't spoken as a threat, nor an omen, rather as words passed on, said to them by elders passed and now ingrained within their instinct. she, too, was called upon by the allure of water; sprawling pools of deep teal under moonlight, this patch unshaded by the growth of willow trees. loretta held their hands up, palms outward-faced to counteract the potential threat of a sudden approach. their footsteps, for once, didn't creak atop the wooden planks, hidden by summer's cicada song. but, they knew too well that thalia, if anyone, could hear their approach coming from miles away. slayers were known for that โ all human, but their keen senses were anything but. " to the water, i mean. i've heard... stories. " folklore taken as fact, or fact dismissed as mere folklore, both equal in their forms of self-preservation, that specific type of delusion that keeps the folks of magnolia creek sane. " i'm surprised to see you out here. "
