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| Entry tags: | !log/thread/narrative, ∙ plot: 006 joyland park, ◌ inactive: mercy rivers, ◌ inactive: vi |
VI
mercy
WHERE black rock beach •
WHEN backdated to june •
WARNINGS mentions of family trouble
beach day 🏖️
Vi had already been down to Black Rock multiple times now. It was fast becoming one of her favorite spots in the whole town. There was just something pretty about the way the water seemed to stretch out forever. It was endless on the horizon and that somehow felt like magic to her. Not the sort of magic she was used to. This was something else. Something she couldn’t explain. It felt …calm. And that wasn’t something she felt a lot of.
‘Course, the place was crawling with things that wanted to bite all her toes off. She’d been warned of the gargantuan lobsters. Apparently, they’d become a real thorn in everybody’s side. But someone over the network had said that they’d been dealt with. The beaches were open, as long as you didn’t mind sharing it with maybe one or two that were left.
They were mostly harmless. As long as she didn’t bother them, they didn’t bother her. Unless she got too close and then they would follow her around, snapping their monster claws at her heels until she got away. Which she always did. Sometimes it was fun to tease them and make them chase her around. It was almost like-
She’d never brought back any of the rocks but occasionally, she’d find a cute shell to take back. Today, her hand was already filled with four shells that she’d found. All different colors and thankfully very small. She kept them gently in her hand as she waded around in the shallow water near the shore, pants pulled up high on her calves to avoid getting wet.
Mercy had been on a warpath in her room at Pickman. Her room was too small and far too full of things that she didn’t need. Takeout menus, old bags, stacks of paperwork and newspapers took over the surfaces and made her feel like she was suffocating.
Which was why she threw it all out. If it didn’t look important, Mercy shoved it right into the trash or through the shredder before bagging it up and tossing it in the dumpster. She’d worn her bathing suit under a sundress and decided that the best medicine after such an episode was a trip to the beach. With the lobstrosities cleared and her Angel Fever cleared up, she required sunlight. Air. Water.
When she got to the shore, Mercy spotted a familiar blonde and waved, her eyebrow raised. “Vi! I see you found the beach!”
It did feel good to be outside. Nothing against being inside. Vi did like the room she was given. The Pickman house was spacious for how small it looked on the outside. It was crazy how all of them could live there together but she assumed that magic had to have something to do with that. The size of her room and the number of people inside just didn’t match up.
Again, as long as she wasn’t in Piltover prison, she didn’t care that much where she ended up. Well, as long as it somewhere that her sister was. She’d given Jinx some space these days. Things were still …tense between them and honestly, she didn’t know how to handle it. She knew what she wanted to say but it never came out right. So she was out here, catching shells and sun rays.
She straightened up and turned completely around in the water when she heard a new voice behind her, tensing immediately and ready for an attack. But when she saw that it was Mercy, she forced herself to relax. Again, this wasn’t Zaun or Piltover. People were different here.
“Hey! Yeah, no lobsters today! Maybe they’re all napping,” she shrugged and waved her arm out to the sand. “Did you want me to find you one?”
“Oh my god, no,” she shouted. The last thing she wanted was one of those lobsters. The last time she saw one was when Coby was still there. The thought made her frown for a moment but she pushed it on. He’d be pretty annoyed at her for feeling sad for him. That’s not who he was. Besides, Vi was another person who had a pretty fucked up life back home. Who grew up without beaches?
With a quick glance around her to make sure no pervs were watching, Mercy slid out of her dress and left it in the sand before joining Vi in the water. The initial rush of cool made her hiss out a strung-together sentence of swear words that didn’t make any sense, but she dipped her head under the water before sputtering back out for air.
“Yeah, okay. This is pretty nice. How long have you been here?”
She laughed at how quickly Mercy responded. “No lobsters, okay. Promise.” Vi shook her head, giving a nonverbal promise too. Jinx would probably be the only one in town who would want one, like her. Vi understood they were pests. But there was something kinda cute about them that she couldn’t ignore. They were just animals, after all. Just trying to live. Hadn’t that been all Zaun had done? Just try to live…
“The water’s nice-” Vi had started to encourage the blonde but cut herself off real quick when she saw Mercy was already taking off her clothes to get in the water. Oh! Her mouth dropped open, briefly staring but then remembered that was rude and quickly shifted her gaze back to the water.
“Not too long,” she shrugged as she leaned over and picked up a piece of a broken shell in the water. Once Mercy was in the water and swimming around, Vi looked back over at her. That kinda looked like fun. But she didn’t really have a whole lot of clothes and walking back to Pickman in wet clothes didn’t sound like fun.
“Maybe awhile. Long enough to get a nice pile going, see?” Vi turned her head and jerked her chin back to the small but growing pile of broken seashells and polished pebbles. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with them. You want one?” Vi lifted up the shell in her hand for Mercy to see.
“Yeah, I want one,” she agreed, treading water out in the lake. She felt something hit her leg - a piece of grass? A fish? - and Mercy remembered that there were things out in that water that probably wanted to kill her more than she wanted to swim. Her feet hit the bottom of the lake and she ran-swam as fast as she could toward the shore.
An array of shrieks and laughs left her as she sprinted out of the water, the memory of lobstrosities chasing her filling her mind. She didn’t want to repeat that. She regretted it. She regretted everything to do with that water.
As she bent over to toss her dress out of the way, dug her toes into the hot sand, looked over at Vi and then flopped down into the sand. “Well, that was a fucking mistake. You could make jewelry out of them, maybe?”
She’d heard about how much of a problem the lobster monsters had been to everyone. But that had been before she’d got here and someone had said that the beaches had been cleared. Mostly cleared anyway. Except for some dark lake place or something. So Vi hadn’t worried too much when she’d first come out here.
Watching Mercy take off like a bat out of hell from the water though had Vi thinking that maybe she ought to keep a closer eye on the water. “Is there one in there? Did you see it? Was it big?” Okay, she was far too curious to be scared right now. Still, Vi hopped and laughed back up to the sand with her.
She dropped down into the warm sand next to Mercy but then very carefully let all the shells and shiny pebbles she’d collected into a pile in the sand. “Jewelry?” Vi chuckled. “That’s not really my thing. Or maybe, I dunno. These are kinda pretty, aren’t they?” She held up one of the rocks into the sun and admired how the light went through it. “I guess a bracelet would be a better gift than a pet lobster, huh?” But it was a joke, of course. She wouldn’t really bring back a pet lobster. They seemed to enjoy their home here just fine. Still, she wished she had something better than rocks and shells. “Can I ask you something? Well, do you have any sisters or brothers? Family here?”
“Bracelets would do,” flew out of her mouth right when Vi asked her next question. It caught Mercy off guard enough that she let out a choked laugh, one that she could have played away as sand in her throat if she needed.
Mercy rolled onto her side to look at the younger woman before shrugging and answering as best as she could. “I have sisters, but they aren’t here. My family isn’t, either. For me that’s a good thing, but for others that might seem like the complete opposite.”
Her hand sank into the sand and she let her fingers dig into the coarse grain, keeping her calm as she prepared to talk about her sisters. “I’m the middle of two. My sisters and I don’t get along. I don’t really talk to my family, and I’d be pretty pissed if they were here. Why do you ask?”
Yeah, Vi laughed too. Mercy had warned her about those lobsters right away. She clearly didn’t want to mess with them and didn’t want anyone getting hurt doing that either. “Bracelets it is. I’ll see what I can do.” And she twisted off a piece of string from the hem of her shirt to start trying to make one. She’d used to make them when she had been Powder’s age. Or. Well. Jinx’s age.
When Mercy started talking about her family, it reminded Vi of Lux. She hadn’t been too broken up about leaving her family behind either. In fact, she hadn’t wanted to go back. “Is your family full of jerks too? That seems to be a thing around here.”
Why had she asked? “Just trying to figure out who everyone is here. A lot of people are on their own, like you and me. I guess it’s weird to hear people not missing their family.” It wasn’t like she’d had one for long. “My parents died when I was really young. All my sister and I had was Vander to take care of us. I was supposed to take care of us too but,” Vi shrugged and turned away, focusing very hard on making that bracelet. “I didn’t do so well on that either. I keep trying to fix it with my sister but I can’t seem to get it right. I guess,” she admitted awkwardly. “I was hoping for some advice.”
Mercy made an ah of acknowledgement and then considered what Vi had said. Being in Dunwich with family must have been hard. Hell, for Mercy it would have been impossible. She was sure that she and her sisters would get into fights that would erupt into outright brawls in the middle of the street. She thought about Eliza and Val, felt herself sour and then put their faces to rest in her mind.
“I can give you advice, but I gotta tell you, I don’t get along well with my sisters.”
She rolled over onto her side and looked at Vi, squinting. “Eli and Val, they’re just not very nice people. They were always closer, they always liked each other more and in the end, they chose each other over me. And that’s okay, but if I saw them here I’d toss them down the biggest hole I could.”
She hesitated before adding, “maybe not down the biggest hole, but I wouldn’t be happy to see them.”
“You don’t?” Vi didn’t bother hiding her surprise. For one, she never liked to hide her emotions in the first place. Ever. How she felt was what people were going to see. Sure, maybe she didn’t say what she wanted to say (like a couple of fuck-yous to anyone that was pissing her off) but she’d never been good at keeping her face neutral.
But for Mercy, she tried. “Sorry,” she grinned bashfully. She felt like apologizing again after what Mercy said but bit her tongue.
“That sounds rough. I’d be pissed if I were you. I thought family wasn’t supposed to have favorites?” But she guessed maybe every family was different. Lux seemed to be just fine without her family here too. Maybe it was herself that was the odd one.
Mercy shook her head at Vi’s apology and gave a long winded, dramatic sigh. “Yeah so, they definitely have favorites. I was always the kid who asked too many questions and wouldn’t let it go.”
That was something that would take a hundred years to explain, but Mercy went back to the original topic in hopes that the younger woman would let it rest for the time being. “So, I guess my advice is that… Whatever you and your sister are going through, talk it out. See if you guys can’t figure it out. I mean, I can’t stand Eli and Val, but I think just talking about it would help. At least me, until I got pissed and walked out on them.”
She gave a little shrug and smiled. “You wanna tell me what’s going on with you and your sister?”
Vi knew enough to understand that not every family was the same. Some were nice. Some weren’t. Some were complicated. It didn’t sound like Mercy’s had been all that great to her and for that, her heart melted a little for her. She leaned over and nudged her shoulder against hers in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. “Well, you’re my favorite out of your family so there. They can all suck it. So what if you were a curious kid? So was I. Vander would’ve been done with me from day one. But I guess my sister and I got lucky that he took us in.”
Talk it out. Yup. Totally solid advice. Vi snorted and went back to fixing up the bracelet for Mercy. “Tried that. It didn’t work the first couple times. But she was pretty mad at me so….”
She didn’t want to talk about it. Mostly because she knew it didn’t paint herself in the best light and she was trying to make friends. She wanted Mercy to like her. Maybe then she’d make more friends. So she swallowed her pride and kept going.
“I was the oldest. I was supposed to protect my sister. Teach her everything. Watch her grow up and- well, I didn’t get to do any of that.” Did she tell Mercy about being locked up? No, ‘cause Mercy would look at her differently after she found out. “I messed up when we were younger. I got mad at her for something that wasn’t her fault. Then, I left. I think we talked it out. But. I don’t know. I just want to make it up to her and I don’t know. I need to fix things.”
She finished the bracelet, tied it and then held it up. “Wanna try it out?”
Mercy took the bracelet and slid it onto her wrist, happy with the way it felt against her skin. “This is beautiful and you can’t have it back,” she informed Vi before laying back down. “And listen, people make mistakes. So many of them. That’s part of being human.”
“And you left, okay, and she grew up, too. Shit man, I mean, I don’t like my sisters but I think we had a lot of things going on. Things that they never took accountability for. At least it sounds like you’re trying to do the right thing with your sister. And your dad, well,” Mercy let out a dramatic exhale and looked up at Vi, grimacing.
“Vander sounds like a nice guy. Your sister, well, she’s gotta get over it, too. Whatever you guys went through, you’re still each other’s family. And don’t you dare tell me to call my sisters. I can’t, and I won’t.” She grinned and looked at the bracelet again. “And you can still protect her here, you know. There’s probably a lot of opportunity for that.”
Sometimes it was nice to be able to use her hands that wasn’t just punching walls. Or noses. She wasn’t nearly as talented as her sister but she knew a few basics. Braiding little bracelets happened to be one of them. She’d never really know if she’d been good at it. Until Mercy wore one proudly on her wrist, off and on admiring it.
“Being human sucks then. I’d rather be something like one of those lobsters. I bet they don’t have to worry about anything.” But her attempt at being negative was half-hearted. So what if it sucked? She still kinda liked her life. At least, right now she liked it. So she shook it all off and kept her grin up.
“Don’t take anything I say seriously, sorry. I miss Zaun but I think I’d really miss this place too if I had to go back. I don’t know if I’d want to. I mean, have you seen this beach? And there are more trees here then I could ever count. Yeah,” she finished with a nod and a smile. “I think I’m really going to like it here.”
‘Course, the place was crawling with things that wanted to bite all her toes off. She’d been warned of the gargantuan lobsters. Apparently, they’d become a real thorn in everybody’s side. But someone over the network had said that they’d been dealt with. The beaches were open, as long as you didn’t mind sharing it with maybe one or two that were left.
They were mostly harmless. As long as she didn’t bother them, they didn’t bother her. Unless she got too close and then they would follow her around, snapping their monster claws at her heels until she got away. Which she always did. Sometimes it was fun to tease them and make them chase her around. It was almost like-
She’d never brought back any of the rocks but occasionally, she’d find a cute shell to take back. Today, her hand was already filled with four shells that she’d found. All different colors and thankfully very small. She kept them gently in her hand as she waded around in the shallow water near the shore, pants pulled up high on her calves to avoid getting wet.
Mercy had been on a warpath in her room at Pickman. Her room was too small and far too full of things that she didn’t need. Takeout menus, old bags, stacks of paperwork and newspapers took over the surfaces and made her feel like she was suffocating.
Which was why she threw it all out. If it didn’t look important, Mercy shoved it right into the trash or through the shredder before bagging it up and tossing it in the dumpster. She’d worn her bathing suit under a sundress and decided that the best medicine after such an episode was a trip to the beach. With the lobstrosities cleared and her Angel Fever cleared up, she required sunlight. Air. Water.
When she got to the shore, Mercy spotted a familiar blonde and waved, her eyebrow raised. “Vi! I see you found the beach!”
It did feel good to be outside. Nothing against being inside. Vi did like the room she was given. The Pickman house was spacious for how small it looked on the outside. It was crazy how all of them could live there together but she assumed that magic had to have something to do with that. The size of her room and the number of people inside just didn’t match up.
Again, as long as she wasn’t in Piltover prison, she didn’t care that much where she ended up. Well, as long as it somewhere that her sister was. She’d given Jinx some space these days. Things were still …tense between them and honestly, she didn’t know how to handle it. She knew what she wanted to say but it never came out right. So she was out here, catching shells and sun rays.
She straightened up and turned completely around in the water when she heard a new voice behind her, tensing immediately and ready for an attack. But when she saw that it was Mercy, she forced herself to relax. Again, this wasn’t Zaun or Piltover. People were different here.
“Hey! Yeah, no lobsters today! Maybe they’re all napping,” she shrugged and waved her arm out to the sand. “Did you want me to find you one?”
“Oh my god, no,” she shouted. The last thing she wanted was one of those lobsters. The last time she saw one was when Coby was still there. The thought made her frown for a moment but she pushed it on. He’d be pretty annoyed at her for feeling sad for him. That’s not who he was. Besides, Vi was another person who had a pretty fucked up life back home. Who grew up without beaches?
With a quick glance around her to make sure no pervs were watching, Mercy slid out of her dress and left it in the sand before joining Vi in the water. The initial rush of cool made her hiss out a strung-together sentence of swear words that didn’t make any sense, but she dipped her head under the water before sputtering back out for air.
“Yeah, okay. This is pretty nice. How long have you been here?”
She laughed at how quickly Mercy responded. “No lobsters, okay. Promise.” Vi shook her head, giving a nonverbal promise too. Jinx would probably be the only one in town who would want one, like her. Vi understood they were pests. But there was something kinda cute about them that she couldn’t ignore. They were just animals, after all. Just trying to live. Hadn’t that been all Zaun had done? Just try to live…
“The water’s nice-” Vi had started to encourage the blonde but cut herself off real quick when she saw Mercy was already taking off her clothes to get in the water. Oh! Her mouth dropped open, briefly staring but then remembered that was rude and quickly shifted her gaze back to the water.
“Not too long,” she shrugged as she leaned over and picked up a piece of a broken shell in the water. Once Mercy was in the water and swimming around, Vi looked back over at her. That kinda looked like fun. But she didn’t really have a whole lot of clothes and walking back to Pickman in wet clothes didn’t sound like fun.
“Maybe awhile. Long enough to get a nice pile going, see?” Vi turned her head and jerked her chin back to the small but growing pile of broken seashells and polished pebbles. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with them. You want one?” Vi lifted up the shell in her hand for Mercy to see.
“Yeah, I want one,” she agreed, treading water out in the lake. She felt something hit her leg - a piece of grass? A fish? - and Mercy remembered that there were things out in that water that probably wanted to kill her more than she wanted to swim. Her feet hit the bottom of the lake and she ran-swam as fast as she could toward the shore.
An array of shrieks and laughs left her as she sprinted out of the water, the memory of lobstrosities chasing her filling her mind. She didn’t want to repeat that. She regretted it. She regretted everything to do with that water.
As she bent over to toss her dress out of the way, dug her toes into the hot sand, looked over at Vi and then flopped down into the sand. “Well, that was a fucking mistake. You could make jewelry out of them, maybe?”
She’d heard about how much of a problem the lobster monsters had been to everyone. But that had been before she’d got here and someone had said that the beaches had been cleared. Mostly cleared anyway. Except for some dark lake place or something. So Vi hadn’t worried too much when she’d first come out here.
Watching Mercy take off like a bat out of hell from the water though had Vi thinking that maybe she ought to keep a closer eye on the water. “Is there one in there? Did you see it? Was it big?” Okay, she was far too curious to be scared right now. Still, Vi hopped and laughed back up to the sand with her.
She dropped down into the warm sand next to Mercy but then very carefully let all the shells and shiny pebbles she’d collected into a pile in the sand. “Jewelry?” Vi chuckled. “That’s not really my thing. Or maybe, I dunno. These are kinda pretty, aren’t they?” She held up one of the rocks into the sun and admired how the light went through it. “I guess a bracelet would be a better gift than a pet lobster, huh?” But it was a joke, of course. She wouldn’t really bring back a pet lobster. They seemed to enjoy their home here just fine. Still, she wished she had something better than rocks and shells. “Can I ask you something? Well, do you have any sisters or brothers? Family here?”
“Bracelets would do,” flew out of her mouth right when Vi asked her next question. It caught Mercy off guard enough that she let out a choked laugh, one that she could have played away as sand in her throat if she needed.
Mercy rolled onto her side to look at the younger woman before shrugging and answering as best as she could. “I have sisters, but they aren’t here. My family isn’t, either. For me that’s a good thing, but for others that might seem like the complete opposite.”
Her hand sank into the sand and she let her fingers dig into the coarse grain, keeping her calm as she prepared to talk about her sisters. “I’m the middle of two. My sisters and I don’t get along. I don’t really talk to my family, and I’d be pretty pissed if they were here. Why do you ask?”
Yeah, Vi laughed too. Mercy had warned her about those lobsters right away. She clearly didn’t want to mess with them and didn’t want anyone getting hurt doing that either. “Bracelets it is. I’ll see what I can do.” And she twisted off a piece of string from the hem of her shirt to start trying to make one. She’d used to make them when she had been Powder’s age. Or. Well. Jinx’s age.
When Mercy started talking about her family, it reminded Vi of Lux. She hadn’t been too broken up about leaving her family behind either. In fact, she hadn’t wanted to go back. “Is your family full of jerks too? That seems to be a thing around here.”
Why had she asked? “Just trying to figure out who everyone is here. A lot of people are on their own, like you and me. I guess it’s weird to hear people not missing their family.” It wasn’t like she’d had one for long. “My parents died when I was really young. All my sister and I had was Vander to take care of us. I was supposed to take care of us too but,” Vi shrugged and turned away, focusing very hard on making that bracelet. “I didn’t do so well on that either. I keep trying to fix it with my sister but I can’t seem to get it right. I guess,” she admitted awkwardly. “I was hoping for some advice.”
Mercy made an ah of acknowledgement and then considered what Vi had said. Being in Dunwich with family must have been hard. Hell, for Mercy it would have been impossible. She was sure that she and her sisters would get into fights that would erupt into outright brawls in the middle of the street. She thought about Eliza and Val, felt herself sour and then put their faces to rest in her mind.
“I can give you advice, but I gotta tell you, I don’t get along well with my sisters.”
She rolled over onto her side and looked at Vi, squinting. “Eli and Val, they’re just not very nice people. They were always closer, they always liked each other more and in the end, they chose each other over me. And that’s okay, but if I saw them here I’d toss them down the biggest hole I could.”
She hesitated before adding, “maybe not down the biggest hole, but I wouldn’t be happy to see them.”
“You don’t?” Vi didn’t bother hiding her surprise. For one, she never liked to hide her emotions in the first place. Ever. How she felt was what people were going to see. Sure, maybe she didn’t say what she wanted to say (like a couple of fuck-yous to anyone that was pissing her off) but she’d never been good at keeping her face neutral.
But for Mercy, she tried. “Sorry,” she grinned bashfully. She felt like apologizing again after what Mercy said but bit her tongue.
“That sounds rough. I’d be pissed if I were you. I thought family wasn’t supposed to have favorites?” But she guessed maybe every family was different. Lux seemed to be just fine without her family here too. Maybe it was herself that was the odd one.
Mercy shook her head at Vi’s apology and gave a long winded, dramatic sigh. “Yeah so, they definitely have favorites. I was always the kid who asked too many questions and wouldn’t let it go.”
That was something that would take a hundred years to explain, but Mercy went back to the original topic in hopes that the younger woman would let it rest for the time being. “So, I guess my advice is that… Whatever you and your sister are going through, talk it out. See if you guys can’t figure it out. I mean, I can’t stand Eli and Val, but I think just talking about it would help. At least me, until I got pissed and walked out on them.”
She gave a little shrug and smiled. “You wanna tell me what’s going on with you and your sister?”
Vi knew enough to understand that not every family was the same. Some were nice. Some weren’t. Some were complicated. It didn’t sound like Mercy’s had been all that great to her and for that, her heart melted a little for her. She leaned over and nudged her shoulder against hers in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. “Well, you’re my favorite out of your family so there. They can all suck it. So what if you were a curious kid? So was I. Vander would’ve been done with me from day one. But I guess my sister and I got lucky that he took us in.”
Talk it out. Yup. Totally solid advice. Vi snorted and went back to fixing up the bracelet for Mercy. “Tried that. It didn’t work the first couple times. But she was pretty mad at me so….”
She didn’t want to talk about it. Mostly because she knew it didn’t paint herself in the best light and she was trying to make friends. She wanted Mercy to like her. Maybe then she’d make more friends. So she swallowed her pride and kept going.
“I was the oldest. I was supposed to protect my sister. Teach her everything. Watch her grow up and- well, I didn’t get to do any of that.” Did she tell Mercy about being locked up? No, ‘cause Mercy would look at her differently after she found out. “I messed up when we were younger. I got mad at her for something that wasn’t her fault. Then, I left. I think we talked it out. But. I don’t know. I just want to make it up to her and I don’t know. I need to fix things.”
She finished the bracelet, tied it and then held it up. “Wanna try it out?”
Mercy took the bracelet and slid it onto her wrist, happy with the way it felt against her skin. “This is beautiful and you can’t have it back,” she informed Vi before laying back down. “And listen, people make mistakes. So many of them. That’s part of being human.”
“And you left, okay, and she grew up, too. Shit man, I mean, I don’t like my sisters but I think we had a lot of things going on. Things that they never took accountability for. At least it sounds like you’re trying to do the right thing with your sister. And your dad, well,” Mercy let out a dramatic exhale and looked up at Vi, grimacing.
“Vander sounds like a nice guy. Your sister, well, she’s gotta get over it, too. Whatever you guys went through, you’re still each other’s family. And don’t you dare tell me to call my sisters. I can’t, and I won’t.” She grinned and looked at the bracelet again. “And you can still protect her here, you know. There’s probably a lot of opportunity for that.”
Sometimes it was nice to be able to use her hands that wasn’t just punching walls. Or noses. She wasn’t nearly as talented as her sister but she knew a few basics. Braiding little bracelets happened to be one of them. She’d never really know if she’d been good at it. Until Mercy wore one proudly on her wrist, off and on admiring it.
“Being human sucks then. I’d rather be something like one of those lobsters. I bet they don’t have to worry about anything.” But her attempt at being negative was half-hearted. So what if it sucked? She still kinda liked her life. At least, right now she liked it. So she shook it all off and kept her grin up.
“Don’t take anything I say seriously, sorry. I miss Zaun but I think I’d really miss this place too if I had to go back. I don’t know if I’d want to. I mean, have you seen this beach? And there are more trees here then I could ever count. Yeah,” she finished with a nod and a smile. “I think I’m really going to like it here.”