We Do Not Wash Our Pits In The Pool Of Sacred Tears [Forfax]

Aerndis was having a great time. She bounced in the sand, enjoying sending a spray of little black specs into the air and watching them fall down like glitter. Bounding along the beach she stopped for a minute to eye a seagull flying overhead before she took off along the beach again. A voice caught her attention and she turned to see an older girl bounding for her. At first her hackles rose as her body tensed but the girl didn't seem mean. Aerndis smiled and trotted over to her. "Just playing in the sand. I've never been here before. My name is Aerndis Aeris-Imperialis. What's yours? Do you live here?"



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