Syrena found herself at the docks of Water Seven, she waved at the passerbys who warmly smiled at her but she felt odd, something didn't seem right. It was as if she could sense someone of importance nearby, however she had discarded this gut feeling. As she walked men gave her stares, much older men.
"Stop staring. Pathetic..." Syrena whispered.
She had nothing to stare at, she had small breasts, what the hell did they want? Syrena had hurried along towards a bar sipping on some sweet honey wine. It's sweet nectar danced along the small red-head's taste buds, lighting a flare of flavor in her mouth. She smiled and giggled excitedly like a child who just got presents from a friend or a bag of candy. Everyone at the bar stools stared at her, she just glared back at them.
"The hell are they staring at?" Syrena pouted, refusing to look up at them.
Syrena had finished her morning treat, discarding the attention she got from the people in the bar who kept staring at her all for just enjoying her drink.
"She looks a bit young..." A woman whispered to her friend.
Syrena ignored them and walked out of the bar. She would then make her way down to a part of Water Seven full of trees full of lush green, a few others already there had the same idea as her. Syrena joined a couple of males and females punching the tree, however her style differed as she would hit the tree with her palm. Her stance was fierce, one leg out further than the other, her thumb bent inwards almost like a cat but her other four fingers stiff and pointed upwards.
"Ha! Kyah!!" She screamed as she trained on a tree.
"Stop staring. Pathetic..." Syrena whispered.
She had nothing to stare at, she had small breasts, what the hell did they want? Syrena had hurried along towards a bar sipping on some sweet honey wine. It's sweet nectar danced along the small red-head's taste buds, lighting a flare of flavor in her mouth. She smiled and giggled excitedly like a child who just got presents from a friend or a bag of candy. Everyone at the bar stools stared at her, she just glared back at them.
"The hell are they staring at?" Syrena pouted, refusing to look up at them.
Syrena had finished her morning treat, discarding the attention she got from the people in the bar who kept staring at her all for just enjoying her drink.
"She looks a bit young..." A woman whispered to her friend.
Syrena ignored them and walked out of the bar. She would then make her way down to a part of Water Seven full of trees full of lush green, a few others already there had the same idea as her. Syrena joined a couple of males and females punching the tree, however her style differed as she would hit the tree with her palm. Her stance was fierce, one leg out further than the other, her thumb bent inwards almost like a cat but her other four fingers stiff and pointed upwards.
"Ha! Kyah!!" She screamed as she trained on a tree.