The stupid amounts of water that tidal waved into the face of the tiny, defenseless miqo'te girl was enough to push her back and forcefully submerge her momentarily.
Clambering back up to the surface for air, she inadvertently flicked her long red hair upwards like merfolk from myths - minus seashell bra (well, she still had a bikini on) and with Warren being her talking rastafarian (oh, that's right, they're braids, not dreadlocks) lobster bubbling crab friend.
Squealing out and laughing, Elyscia whines, "Tha's no bloody fair!"
Clambering back up to the surface for air, she inadvertently flicked her long red hair upwards like merfolk from myths - minus seashell bra (well, she still had a bikini on) and with Warren being her talking rastafarian (oh, that's right, they're braids, not dreadlocks) lobster bubbling crab friend.
Squealing out and laughing, Elyscia whines, "Tha's no bloody fair!"
