She had been lost in thought, chilling in the middle of the rapids on one of the drier rocks. She was an Oceana, trained from birth about the best way to go at things so she didn’t slip and fall to her death. It surprised her when a girl showed up, one familiar from the scars alone, and declared that she didn’t expect to find someone in the spot she happened to be in now. Calypsei shrugged it off, still staring at the water. “I come here a lot to think.” The words were simple and dismissive out of her maw as she removed her paw from the water.
“You’re the butthead I keep hearing about. How did you injure yourself, anyway?” She scoffed as she jumped her way back to shore, moving swiftly over the rocks while managing not to lose her footing. It took her a matter of seconds to get herself across the rapids. She had heard about the injury and wondered who or what she pissed off to earn her the scars she wore across her face.
