So demon-girl creatures couldn't swim, or at least, not very well. That gave them something common.
Who'da thunk.
"Neeshka," he repeated slowly, taking his time over the syllables, tasting them out. He waited to make sure he had it right and when she didn't correct him, introduced himself. "Wyatt."
He took a beat to look her over, and to glance at the shifting trees she'd melted out of, then asked, "So, Neeshka, what were you watchin' me for?"
He watched her face carefully for her response. He wasn't known for pussy-footin' and if she did have ill intents, best to suss them out now and get it over with, one way or the other.
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Who'da thunk.
"Neeshka," he repeated slowly, taking his time over the syllables, tasting them out. He waited to make sure he had it right and when she didn't correct him, introduced himself. "Wyatt."
He took a beat to look her over, and to glance at the shifting trees she'd melted out of, then asked, "So, Neeshka, what were you watchin' me for?"
He watched her face carefully for her response. He wasn't known for pussy-footin' and if she did have ill intents, best to suss them out now and get it over with, one way or the other.