A cold, humid night for the land dwellers is the perfect time for Lorea to see what she'd but been ask but forbidden to see, as was the law of the ocean. She never had a care in the world, our rather, the ocean and the few pieces of land she'd stepped on with her... all but human lower half. She enjoyed the feeling of the sand on her tentacles she tried her best to, "walk" , on it. But tonight was different, tonight, she had a wasn't for more, she wanted to meet the people who made their homes, their lives on the surface.
"Please, allow me to meet someone from this realm I oh so why to be a part of."
Her skin more and more dry as she stayed on the surface, holding on to a slight bit of hope... that just once, she could see a land dweller.
"Please, allow me to meet someone from this realm I oh so why to be a part of."
Her skin more and more dry as she stayed on the surface, holding on to a slight bit of hope... that just once, she could see a land dweller.
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