[ He smirks, waggling his brows at the image of Astra hand carrying some dead fishes in her arms. Troy points forward with his lips, when he glances at the estuary from where they stand. ]
That's the spot. Come on.
[ He picks up the pace, jogging on the sand with his makeshift spear and looking over his shoulder to see if Astra can keep up. Even if he's just leisurely jogging his long strides and superhuman speed would make this an unfair race. But he's curious how she'd respond to that. ]
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[ He smirks, waggling his brows at the image of Astra hand carrying some dead fishes in her arms. Troy points forward with his lips, when he glances at the estuary from where they stand. ]
That's the spot. Come on.
[ He picks up the pace, jogging on the sand with his makeshift spear and looking over his shoulder to see if Astra can keep up. Even if he's just leisurely jogging his long strides and superhuman speed would make this an unfair race. But he's curious how she'd respond to that. ]