[The fact that he chose to address her in that matter sparks the interest in those tyrian eyes. She darts from view, to the other side of the tank where her trident is to scoop it out of the sand before landing and stepping out of the tank to get a better look at him, both eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Water cascades off the long mass of hair as she gives Zexion the once over.]
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Water cascades off the long mass of hair as she gives Zexion the once over.]
And you are?