Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

I apologize for the silence, there had been a small emergency. Dalia watched the well dressed young man step away and feigned a weak smile at the other girl left in the room with her. It wasn't that she was uncaring, or even antisocial, but more over that friends hadn't really come easily in the past be that her own fault or not. Dalia heaved a quiet, heavy, long sigh past her lips and allowed herself to slip into another train of thought. This thought, though, was derailed at the feeling of a hand touching her breast through her wetsuit. Excuse m -- Wait, you think I'm pretty? Dalia cleared her throat and sharply inhaled through her nose, Thank you. You're quite pretty too. Jansi even. I'm from... Dubai. Across the ocean. Yourself? Before an answer would come, Dalia was derailed again by the invitation to suck that Ivan boy's young manhood. The rapid fire conversation from Ariel was hard to follow for the young girl, and before she could even offer a response, Ariel was gone and Dalia was left with the tailor. Sure, let's do this, she said flatly. Dalia chewed her bottom lip as Ariel ran off, Jansi she whispered to herself as she removed her wetsuit where she stood, leaving herself in naught but a thong. The apparently smallish breasts spilled outward eagerly once the wetsuit allowed, having been crammed and shoved into there just to fit into the wetsuit, she was, in fact, quite well endowed. It was now, stepping out of the wetsuit and looking at the tailor as she waited to be measured that she felt the presence of someone else she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at another young man brooding in the distance, wearing a hood and carrying a bow. Hey. I'm Dalia. At the commotion taking place before her, Dalia simply rolled her eyes. It didn't matter what country, it never mattered which group of people, no matter what, boys would be boys. As Ivan and CP Jr argued at one another, Dalia moved away from the confrontational youths and the tailor, offering him a sympathetic nod of her head that he should go and regain his composure before setting to work. Perhaps what she did next came of simply having seen enough bullying in her life, or perhaps it was the thrill of standing nude, showing her curves and form to everyone nearby, but Dalia marched over to a corner of the room, reached just to the side of the archer she had introduced herself to with a Pardon my reach, and grabbed a push broom. She quickly unscrewed the head of the broom and took the quarterstaff length handle and marched to Ivan and Captain Power Jr. With a slam of her new staff to the floor she hollered out, Be silent! Quickly she flipped the staff in a wide arc and pressed the tip of it to Captain Power's chest, just under his neck and between his collar bones. From the head of the staff water began to drip, then run fully in a stream down his front. How long can you hold your breath? If I rammed this staff down your throat and opened the taps... how long do you think it would be before you finally fell silent? She whipped her gaze over her shoulder toward Ivan and pressed her staff forward just a bit more pointedly into Captain Power's chest. And you. Play nice or don't play at all. Transforming someone's body is a horrific thing to do and only serves to make you a bully as well. Dalia dropped the staff from the boy's chest and ceased the running water before looking back and forth from one to the other. You've heard, I'm sure, the saying that the sea is a cruel mistress? Just remember that when people say that, they are speaking of me the Mistress of the Depths. At this, Dalia walked back to the tailor and offered him her arm. Now then, shall we set to work, sir?