Arrival: [The feeling isn't entirely unfamiliar. Letting the sea cradle and move her, gently guided by the currents where she needs to go. Just because she hadn't been swimming initially doesn't mean she's disoriented for more than a few heart-stopping moments of pure confusion. Petra is already squeezing the water out of her ponytail as she wades out of the surf, accepting the towel offered to her with a murmur of thanks.
That she's being gifted a bracelet too is a more unexpected, but finding herself suddenly able to understand the strangely armored people--are they people?--is far more surprising than them initially being incomprehensible. For a moment, she fiddles with it, looking for some sort of magic glyph that might explain; in the end, though, getting her bearings seems more pressing.
Does she find you still in disarray, covered in sand and dripping with sea water? Or has she allowed the robots to help her clean up, and approaches you wearing nothing but a towel?]
Excuse me. I am wondering if you are having a map?
A Whole New You:(Let me know just how far mer you want? Tail, tentacles, anything goes~) [These have always been her home waters. Brigid shines beneath the waves like the most magnificent of pearls, and the caress of the fog is as familiar as a lover's touch. None of it dims her sight or slows her as she swims; Petra darts through the water with utter confidence, drawing ever closer to the island that has long held her fascination.
Are you swimming in the waves, and feel something brush your leg as she passes? Out on a boat, and see a shadow under the surface? Or maybe you're simply out and about on the beach, and happen to feel someone watching you, as she follows along the coastline to observe.]
Let XXX Be Your Guide:(Pick your poison if you want a uniform) [Are you (reluctantly or enthusiastically) looking for new arrivals the robots bring you to guide around the island? Or are you a bewildered newcomer yourself, being ushered towards a ratherdistinctlycostumedtourguide? Either way, your new companion looks remarkably unruffled, given the situation.]
Are you ready to be going?
Wildcard: [Hit me up with whatever scenarios or AUs you'd like, and we can work something out!]
Petra | FE3H | Please specify route/canon point you want [4th Wall]
[The feeling isn't entirely unfamiliar. Letting the sea cradle and move her, gently guided by the currents where she needs to go. Just because she hadn't been swimming initially doesn't mean she's disoriented for more than a few heart-stopping moments of pure confusion. Petra is already squeezing the water out of her ponytail as she wades out of the surf, accepting the towel offered to her with a murmur of thanks.
That she's being gifted a bracelet too is a more unexpected, but finding herself suddenly able to understand the strangely armored people--are they people?--is far more surprising than them initially being incomprehensible. For a moment, she fiddles with it, looking for some sort of magic glyph that might explain; in the end, though, getting her bearings seems more pressing.
Does she find you still in disarray, covered in sand and dripping with sea water? Or has she allowed the robots to help her clean up, and approaches you wearing nothing but a towel?]
Excuse me. I am wondering if you are having a map?
A Whole New You: (Let me know just how far mer you want? Tail, tentacles, anything goes~)
[These have always been her home waters. Brigid shines beneath the waves like the most magnificent of pearls, and the caress of the fog is as familiar as a lover's touch. None of it dims her sight or slows her as she swims; Petra darts through the water with utter confidence, drawing ever closer to the island that has long held her fascination.
Are you swimming in the waves, and feel something brush your leg as she passes? Out on a boat, and see a shadow under the surface? Or maybe you're simply out and about on the beach, and happen to feel someone watching you, as she follows along the coastline to observe.]
Let XXX Be Your Guide: (Pick your poison if you want a uniform)
[Are you (reluctantly or enthusiastically) looking for new arrivals the robots bring you to guide around the island? Or are you a bewildered newcomer yourself, being ushered towards a rather distinctly costumed tour guide? Either way, your new companion looks remarkably unruffled, given the situation.]
Are you ready to be going?
Wildcard:
[Hit me up with whatever scenarios or AUs you'd like, and we can work something out!]