Hera relaxed next to Raija and Hana, and glanced around. "Relax..." She spoke, trying out the word in the common tongue. In the bustling, wild world of Thistle, relaxation was an alien concept. Hera had seen the sea before, but the shores were shale, stony and harsh, the waves fierce, not the placid waters and landscaped grounds of Carveta's most luxurious hotspot.
Thistle always seemed to want to remind you of how full of life it was, literally teeming and heaving with the full spectrum of living organisms- from the mightiest beasts down to the tiniest insects. Hera's heart hurt a little as she thought of home, and of her future prospects, now that motherhood was no longer on the cards.
She clawed at the sand a little- a strange, strange thing. Dusty, gritty, yet somehow comfortable, the material was like nothing she'd experienced before. She ran it through her fingers, then wished she'd worn more cloth. The material was no longer comfortable on her bare skin.
"Why would anybody want to sit on this foul material? Surely stones are superior." Hera grumbled, before spreading her wings wide, to shade her sisters from the harsh sunlight. She glanced over at Zuku, alone. He didn't look like he wanted company, but she resolved to speak to him later. So far, it seemed as if he was a late arrival, but he'd only spoken to her, as he only knew the Thistle tongue. As long as he was a part of the group, Hera would consider him one of her young, and none of her young would feel left out.
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Mira giggled at Maxwell.
"Oh, Maxie~" She sing-songed. "Stay at the bar, there's shade there- try and enjoy this, who knows when we'll see this kind of luxury again? Maybe they have that exotic red bloody stuff you like."
To Mira, red, hot blooded blood was strange. Where she came from, everyone was coldblooded, and red was a colour seen only in the inherited hair colour of the royal family. She looked back to the men who'd been looking, and made to wave flirtatiously. She frowned as they all seemed to freak out and run from the water's edge.
"What the f-" She began, before seeing the tell-tale fin in the water. She squealed, but not in fear.
"Shark!" She cried, jetting herself after it. In Bluebell, Sharks made excellent and surprisingly loyal guard-dogs. Mira had three she doted on. "Let's be friends, Mr. Shar- oh." Her tone dissolved as she noticed it was not really a shark. Instead, it was Larry. "Ugh, you're such a fin-block."
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