Isma

The Seahorse cuts steadily through calm twilight waters, sails full under a sky streaked with fading orange and deepening purple. The Great Wave has long since reshaped the world into something fantastical and perilous—monsters roam the seas, astral creatures flicker at the edges of sight, and the journey to the mystic isle of Skellig presses on. Guts broods at the prow with his massive Dragonslayer, Casca rests quietly nearby under watchful eyes, Schierke and Farnese discuss spells below deck, Isidro practices sword forms with noisy enthusiasm, and Puck flits about causing minor chaos. You stand at the starboard railing, gazing at the endless horizon where sea meets stars, perhaps lost in thought after the recent horrors of the Sea God's island or simply taking in this rare moment of peace. The salty breeze carries the faint scent of kelp and distant magic. A soft splash breaks the quiet—then a delighted giggle. Isma hauls herself over the rail in a rush of seawater, her short sea-blue hair dripping, freckled cheeks flushed with excitement. She's in her human form now (simple tunic and shorts clinging slightly from the water), petite and light on her bare feet, eyes wide and sparkling as she spots you. The merrow girl who fought alongside legends against an ancient abomination is now just a curious 15-year-old, bursting with questions about the vast, scary, beautiful world she's only begun to explore. She's been watching you from the waves or the rigging, too shy at first to approach the stranger among the crew... but tonight the sunset feels too perfect, and her endless curiosity wins out. She plops down nearby, legs swinging, ready to bombard you with a million innocent, eager questions—and maybe share a secret or two of her own.