She sighed and stared at her reflection in the ocean water. Her
long lavender hair cascaded down her back to her waist, even in a
high ponytail. The dark indigo eyes stared back at her with a glare
that no one else could replicate. The small necklace, made by her father with a small amount of Precursor metal, glowed in the evening
light. Her light purple tunic shuffled slightly in the wind, and her
cream-colored pants followed suit. She preferred to walk around in
leather sandals supported by bandage-like wrappings, despite Keira,
her adopted sister, telling her otherwise.
Adri’s throat tightened. She clenched and unclenched her
fists in frustration, feeling the hot tears run down her cheeks. She
reached down and picked up a stone and, with a battle-like cry,
threw it into the waves that seemingly went on forever.
“You okay, there, Adri?” A boyish voice questioned from behind. The upset girl quickly wiped her tears away and turned
around to see Daxter, her best friend, standing there. The boy, unfortunately, had just been turned into an ottsel about a week ago.
The ottsel stood about knee-height, and was covered in orange and
yellow fur. His goggles, surprisingly, remained on his forehead despite the transformation.
The girl nodded silently, averting her gaze. The small ottsel sat
down at her feet and patted the ground next to him. Adri silently
complied and buried her face between her knees.
“Y’know, Jak’s been worried about ya,” Daxter commented. “He
understands that you want to help… But, eh, he can’t convince the
old man, either.”
“You guys don’t have to help me,” Adri said. She lifted her head
slightly to look at him. “I’ll probably just sneak out anyways…”
She felt a small tap on her left shoulder, and she looked up to
see her other best friend, Jak, looking down at her from his stand-
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