Then again, camp for demigods, surrounded by who-knows-what. Long blue hair could be a thing here for any number of beings.
Staring out at the water, Umi scowls, thinking harder on the implications of this. So what did that mean for Cefiro? Her friends? Mokona? Was that all less relevant, or more now, somehow? Sure, it was all more important to her, personally, but she'd met God. A god. And threatened to eat it.
Her father probably wouldn't like that.
Huffing, she hears footsteps, but doesn't turn until she hears a voice that stops her heart. Her hair splays out as she turns, clearly shocked. "...Fuu?"
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Then again, camp for demigods, surrounded by who-knows-what. Long blue hair could be a thing here for any number of beings.
Staring out at the water, Umi scowls, thinking harder on the implications of this. So what did that mean for Cefiro? Her friends? Mokona? Was that all less relevant, or more now, somehow? Sure, it was all more important to her, personally, but she'd met God. A god. And threatened to eat it.
Her father probably wouldn't like that.
Huffing, she hears footsteps, but doesn't turn until she hears a voice that stops her heart. Her hair splays out as she turns, clearly shocked. "...Fuu?"
Of course.