Wardrobe

Villager: Scythe

The storm that night was especially bad and Deux had been told to stay inside while the others surveyed the damage but at twelve he was a little too filled of preteen bravado and the idea that he knew best for himself. Having survived quite a few years of his early childhood without any guardians had given him a larger idea of what that pertained, but he wasn't capable of breathing through gills like some of the other residents so it was risky business being out when the city was in such a state.

He'd just gotten in to rifling through some particularly shiny trash when the calm waters began to ripple, then thrash. As soon as they began they stopped, and flying up a little distance he could see no storm approaching, and also that the greater waters were completely calm.

But as soon as he landed the waters rushed up over the small platform again, drenching his breeches and making it obvious he'd disobeyed the captain.

With a little trepidation and some annoyance he went to investigate the source of the disturbance.

She was a smaller thing than those great deity like monsters that swam in the deeps. An adolescent who had swum up too close to the surface to see the lightning and paid for it by getting swept into the tides.

Everyone on Nouveau Atlantis knew the Serpents would take you down, eat you whole, Deux had seen Jane fight countless off, memorized her stance with the spear and hook. But looking at her now, bright colours glistening in the sun, trapped in the wire mesh netting they used for walkways and various fishing lines and housing structures, he just couldn't.

So okay, he could have gotten eaten, and okay she could have just swam back down but she didn't and he didn't.

Scythe is less of a pet and more like a partner, she helps Deux in battle and communicates pretty badly via snorting and snuffling sounds.