Book 3: Chapter 73: Blood Smell and Tethered
"Woah, the air smells so fresh," Hazel noted.
"It does. I wonder if this is an artificial space or if we got teleported to a genuine marina of some fuckoff huge lake in the middle of nowhere," Lone replied.
He almost couldn't see the end of the lake, and the mountains surrounding it were incredibly beautiful. It reminded him of Scotland, oddly enough.
The marina itself was also quite impressive, being a couple of hundred metres long with dozens of boats of all different shapes and sizes ready to set sail. The marina's connecting pier was made of an unfamiliar stone while the individual docking jetty's were made of a mixture of the same stone and a sleek and sturdy-looking wood.
"It's a lot like Loch Lomond, minus the fancy-ass dock," he noted.
Hazel nodded. "Yeah! It is."
"Hello!" an unfamiliar feminine voice greeted from behind them.
Hazel damn-near jumped out of her skin while Lone spun on his heels though he didn't assume a combat position. It wasn't exactly nice being spooked like this but all logic pointed towards the unknown person being their fishing instructor.
She was a short catkin of an unknown race, though her hair, six tails, and her two round eyes, were all a deep mix of purple and black. That seemed to be the naturally colouration, not a result of Void and Darkness's influence like Lone. He guessed she was barely taller than Soph's child form though this person was clearly an adult given her facial structure.