Thread:Cleverfighting/@comment-31774682-20190427222414/@comment-31774682-20190429012210

Whistle made his way out of the water and onto the shore.

Serenity was sitting on a rock, having her hair brushed by a nymph. She glanced over to them. "Hello." There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, other than a lack of nymphs hanging out nearby.