Your name is Kanaya Maryam, and you are 6 SWEEPS OLD. You are a JADE-BLOODED TROLL, a rarity in society, and a color that gives you the gift (or curse?) of being able to walk safely under the Alternian sun.
Today, you are not: playing any sort of game, or undertaking the role of an austipice for your moirail and her blackrom crush, or residing on a meteor, or (even though the very thought makes you flustered with excitement) becoming a rainbow-drinker, after being murdered in cold blood. No, none of these things are happening today, whatsoever, and you could not imagine them happening in the future. Today, you are going to cultivate your garden, as today is the day your gourds oh hello, who is this?
You step outside of your hive, and you are immediately met with what seems to be the corpse of a
you're pretty certain he's a seadweller. Upon closer examination, taking by walking a good few feet forward, you know he is a seadweller. Your logic for this is that he's got