On the Beach in Castantine wearing this and sitting near [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Daniel Americus"], and [member="Corvus Dravere"]
“I am too. Scher-e-zade.”, the blonde repeated, trying very hard, to wrap her mouth properly around the syllables. This attempt was better, but, it would take time for her to really nail it down good and proper. It wasn’t as if she was deliberately saying it wrong. Her accent was just thicker than a double-malt and there wasn’t much she could do about it. It was how some people pronounced ‘
water’ as ‘
wattah’ and didn’t even realize it. Still, for her new friend, she would try her hardest.
“What does sorta’ mean darlin’? Are ya’ on a vacation?”
From the absolutely torn up look to the young woman, Daisy could honestly say that she hoped Cher-uh-zaw-dar,
Scher-e-zade,
Scherezade, was taking it easy. If anyone could use a little time off to rest and recoup it definitely seemed that this girl fit the bill. She claimed that there was nothing to talk about. Perhaps not, but, the offer was there. Her musing about the brunette was cut off when the man from Clan Dravere returned. Curious, Daisy looked up, squinting a little so that she could make out his silhouette against the sun.
Her eyes lit up when she realized that he had thoughtfully come back to the small group with offerings of freshly cooked seafood. It smelled heavenly. The tanned Americus smiled, genuine sweetness blossoming from her core, and she reached up to accept a skewer. His voice was in direct contrast to her own when she spoke, warm, and inviting. Nothing about her seemed to echo the metallic static that poured through his helmet…
“Thank you kindly. I’m pretty sure that my stomach was about it eat itself.”
She rather happily nibbled on the shrimp, hesitant at first, but soon found it quite pleasing. Things like this hadn’t been readily available on Concord Dawn and much of Haseria was still uncharted. With that in mind, much like this entire trip, DJ found it to be a treat.
“This is great! Can you show me how to catch these? How to prepare them?”
The curvy woman, sitting like a child in the surf, would always rather someone show her
how to do something versus doing it for her. Her inquisitiveness was abruptly cut off when her brother decided, as brothers do, to be entirely gross. She bit a piece of shrimp from the skewer, before realizing, she could just pull the whole thing off with the tail. It was
much better that way.
“You’re mighty lucky ah love you, [member="Daniel Americus"], cause sometimes ah don’t like you all that much.”
Dusty, as always, was lighthearted. His joking got on her nerves from time to time but generally speaking, he meant well, and that was all that mattered. Not here though.
Not this time. He had just as much trouble trying to say ‘
Scherezade’ and turned to a nickname instead. This was apparently the wrong move. The half-drowned, very sauced brunette, moved quicker than Daisy would have given her credit for. A knife was in her hand and she was screaming top long before anyone really had a chance to react.
Momentary fear, real and true, gripped her at the notion of Daniel being in danger but it didn’t stop her from moving. Hand extended, she dropped the shrimp skewer in favor of the denim shirt she had removed, and it snapped to her grasp. Duress made some things to do with forcie magic work better. Sometimes, it made things worse. Scherezade was so focused on her brother than Daisy really didn’t think the girl noticed her coming in from the side. Even when she spoke.
“You watch your mouth Daniel Jo Americus before ah find a bar of soap to cram down your throat.”
The man from Clan Dravere tried to reason with Scherezade, but Daisy, dropped her shoulder and charged into the young woman—wrapping the blade in the denim as she did so. It was the only thing she could think of, the only way, to put her hand between her brother and the blade with none of them getting hurt.
“None of us are actin’ and none of us are dyin’.”, she called out to the three people present, rolling with Scherezade into the lowest parts of the surf, as she twisted the woman’s wrist to get the knife away.
“Scherezade.”, she pronounced the girls name, thankfully, mostly correct. Her tone was firm.
“Calm down. He won’t call you that. He was just clownin’ and didn’t know it would upset you. No one here wants to hurt you. No one here wants to fight you.”
Daisy let her go and rolled away before coming to one knee. She couldn’t imagine anyone would be happy about being retained against their will, especially, with that much liquid courage in their veins. Blue-green eyes focused, a tinge of sharpness to them, before they softened. Scherezade clearly had some issues. Someone, or something, had beat her down. Daisy wasn’t the type to keep that sort of cycle going.
Instead, she stood up, and held her hand out. Her youthful face squinched in concentration, as if she’d just sucked on a lemon, and a loosely packed ball of water rose from the water around their calves. Without waiting, she threw it lightly at the drunk girl, before grinning.
“Catch me if you can! Betcha you can’t!”
“If you do…”, Daisy trailed off, trying to think of something before she smiled brightly.
”I’ll drink half of what’s left of that moonshine in one go.”
