The sun, salty mist, and wind beat down on the silver Aerial as she gazed into the distance. She smiled at the distant shore as she perched on the mast of her tiny ship; and she was approximately four feet away for one of the docks. She hopped off the ship, and onto the shore, letting it submerge into the murky waters of the Wetland Harbor.
The Pheladorian Wetlands weren’t all that great, at least to her. Nevertheless, it was nothing more that a trade market. The docks reeked of the sea and half-dead fish, traders argued with their customers on the right price for their goods, entire animals were t
mom's a homophobe/has a thing against genderfluid people, been grounded from my phone for two months now, dislocated my hip, probably not gonna go to NYC tomorrow.
Say hello to the miserable realm that is my tortured noggin.