<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/80/e1/ca80e14d974ba257a040889cd05602df.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Kyless (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15501371#msg15501371)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021 | 11:00 AM <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> This Place (https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/black-sand-beach-punalu-u-beach-1489522998.jpg?crop=1xw:1xh;center,top&amp;resize=480:*)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Descendant, Ryusei<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> --<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> The Ocean Remembers Too!<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Casual Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/41/24/20/4124208ec8b34b58d62fc6af64763fb1.jpg) | Bare Feet | Toshiro's Anti-Magic Bracelet | Black Sand, Dirt, Small Spiders, THE OCEAN</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The trickster had kept switching from palm to palm, in her handstand, under the Ocean’s warm water, <em>waving</em> at the fish. They were <em>slippery</em>things, but they were <em>also</em>things that <em>liked</em> her bracelet, her gift. And for a few moments, while saying hello to the fish, Kyless was finally less embarrassed by her <em>small</em> magic. At least until the Ocean decided to <em>play</em> with her too. <br/><br/>Ryusei carried Kyless out of the Ocean's dangerous game, allowing warm salt and water dripped heavy from her dark brown hair, her golden bells and her beige dress. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. And Kyless <em>just</em>… looked at him. <em>At the pretty Descendant Ryusei.</em> Her blue cheeks were <em>puffed</em> out, and there was flecks of salt in her dark, long eyelashes. <em>He was smiling at her.</em> Smiling at her like he had a secret to show. And his face… His <em>hand</em> was wet and <em>gripping</em> her bare, blue thigh and his face was pink for the second time, today, <em>this</em> day, this <em>short</em> day. A <em>bright</em>, intense pink. He was shy again. <em>Why was this?</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless titled her dripping, horned head and opened her dark lips in a small circle, letting the tasty, salty Ocean water <em>out</em> of her blue cheeks in a steady, but adorable stream, a lot like a <em>whistle</em>. And a small, mischievous orange <em>fish</em> escaped her lips too, riding her the stream of water from her mouth back into the Ocean were it belonged. Kyless, once her mouth was finally empty, blinked several moments at the Descendant Ryusei again. <em>His important but fun outfit had disappeared.</em><br/><br/>Water. Up. Her Nose. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. It was a strange question, indeed. “No water, only fuzz.” Kyless said softly, golden eyes <em>wandering</em> carefully, observing him in <em>hot</em> silence. <em>Oh. Would his face become another color next?</em> His… There were flecks of salt in his mostly-dry, black hair. Kyless wondered how they got there. She wondered if his important but fun outfit had been too much of a <em>sacred</em>thing for the Ocean, today, <em>this</em> day. She wondered if it felt like <em>this</em> around and near all Descendant’s or just this one Ryusei. <br/><br/>The trickster <em>stayed</em> in his wet, warm arms. They were very firm, like <em>all</em> the rest of him, <em>all</em> that she could see. Her thighs pressed into his broad, muscular hips, as her bare, blue toes <em>dangled</em> in the warm, salty, blue water of the Ocean, as it still <em>played</em> with her. Played with <em>them</em>. <em>Together, together, together.</em> Thankfully she did <em>not</em> sneeze on him, the Descendant. Not yet, now now, not then. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Look, Ryusei,” the trickster chanted his name <em>excitedly</em> in her three, soft syllables again, looking <em>down</em>, but <em>not</em> at him, or even at the very <em>little</em> cloth he had left on his big, strong form, but at the Ocean <em>all</em> around them. Because there were <em>fish</em>. Lots, and <em>lots</em> of fish. Too many to count, too many to name. All sizes, all colors, and even some with peculiar limbs and shells. All of these <em>slippery</em>things, <em>all</em> of these things of the Ocean, <em>circled</em> them, over and over again, under the water at Ryusei's firm, bare legs, like they were pulled there by… <em>magic</em>. It was very exciting, and - oh, very fun! “They know of your power too, yes?” She beamed at the fish, all of the <em>slippery</em>things, while Ryusei held her tight. It was <em>not</em> just Kyless who <em>remembered</em> the stories, the rumors about the Descendant Ryusei. The Ocean, in all its great blue, <em>remembered</em> them too.</span>