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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Windward Island[/b]
Port Harbor, The Sunken Shepherd[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=A296B7]“Heh.”[/color] She scoffed, her smile widening as the northern woman closed her eyes in satisfaction. Marina could feel her stomach growl in hunger, not for food or anything of the sort, but [i]something else[/i] entirely.

She could hear her father’s pride puff up inside her, insulted by the fact that this Terhikki Vepsalainen would dare refer to her by such a common nickname. But at the same time her mother’s playfulness was making Marina ignore it utterly and completely. As she placed her now empty glass on the table, she wondered what exact truths were to Terhikki’s wild claims. “The best of the best.” was a large claim to make and the antics she made suggested something of a bluff. It was hard to tell after just meeting a person. For Marina it was the first [i]interesting[/i] meeting of a person she had made since she arrived in the Southern Sea several months ago and she was recklessly excited. What was the special thing Terhikki wanted? How much of her skill was simple boasting? How far was she willing to go?

There was so many questions.

[color=A296B7]“My, my. How could I refuse such a cute, precious thing?”[/color][/indent]