Pretty little poison

A soft, sweet little tune filled the air as Scylla hummed. The dainty, cobalt and cream fae was picking her way along the edge of the water, the luminescent surf lapping at nimble digits. There was a hooked spear attacked to a loop that went around her neck and one leg. She was on the hunt for something special. Something fun.

As she meandered along the brilliantly glowing beach, Scylla noted the big brute settled nearby, the glow bouncing brightly off of the pale half of his face. She had just been about to give the man a greeting, when a soft splashing in the surf pulled her attention away. The darkness wasn't so dark with her advanced vision and Scylla spied her intended target.

Shifting, she lowered the spear from her back and took aim, padding slowly towards the waters edge. Another splash and two forms rose out of the water simultaneously. She took her shot, sending the spear rocketing into the luminescent water. There was a struggle, water flying this way and that. Scylla reeled the line in, pulling a small stingray onto the beach. Extracting a knife from the sheath at her wrist, the small woman sent it down through the sea creature once, ending its life.

Only when the ray was dead did she turn to cast her blue and grey gaze at the man. There was a small smile on her face as she gave him a salute with her knife. "Hello there."

"Scylla Klein"