[hello... she is here, sitting at the end of the pier, legs hanging over the edge. staring out into the ocean. that's all, mostly, she's just chilling. perhaps worrying, as she does. at least this time she isn't separated from people.
her tail is in her lap, and she's fussing with it absently, running her fingers over the edge of it.]
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her tail is in her lap, and she's fussing with it absently, running her fingers over the edge of it.]