Warding Pride
"Look who it is..." Replicus said while looking ahead. The umbrella-shaped glow around the deck dissipated.
His voice may have been low, but it reached the individual... individuals, he was addressing.
Pherdanta who still stood where she needed to be in order for the ship to be steered correctly, was donning a subtly strained expression. Replicus had picked up on this the instant he warped himself here.
A determined scoff across the smooth ocean waters between the two vessels, its origin being the prominent figure among those who had been addressed just now.
"Have I ever told you how much I hate that snark about you, Bright Storm?"
A woman with a blue skin tone that started from her neck and reached all the way down to her feet, said. She was dressed in what seemed like fluffy bath robes that reached her ankles, with her ... hair proudly announcing that she had either taken a bath or was coming from a swim.