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     So... now what?        Frostbite was never one to waste time on any sorts of negotiations, or... er... what the Atlantians called... poly-ticks. Thus, trying to understand such things, for the pachy, was like trying to count crabs on the beach - by the time a handful are sorted out, a dozen more had dug up out of the sand... and a half dozen others had decided to dig back down again.         To make things worse, she had just been...

Two silhouettes have been serenely seen side by side along the seashore of the Kela coast. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, giving the atmosphere some purple undertones and oddly cold vibes. Only a few seashells were scattered on the yet untouched sand. The air was fresh and quiet, as if critters were still asleep. Only the two of them were calmly stepping on the pristine sand from the previous tide.Crepin and Flurry were slowly walking in silence. Until....