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While the event out at the Siren Cove Lodge and Resort hadn't been a bad way to start off in a new town, April hadn't bothered trying to get a room, instead opting to return to her apartment in town. She supposes she might have been able to find someone willing to share, but she's not quite prepared to jump into such arrangements, instead choosing to watch those around her, interacting with them to test the waters and see what they might be able to do for her.

Today she's doing a bit of exploring. She walks the boardwalk, looking into store windows as she goes -- a few of them are closed, their owners out at the Lodge, she expects -- and then through town. She passes the library, a police station, several cafes and small restaurants. Thus far she isn't sure what to make of Siren Cove, if the name has anything to do with what she might find or if she's just killing more time before she has to move on again. There's a part of her that wants to find nothing except a little bit of fun, but there's another, quiet part of her looking for something more. Some explanation as to what she is, where she's come from.

She's wearing a cute summer dress and a pair of strappy heels and she's dressed this way with intention. It's a sweet, approachable look and yet the heels are just unstable enough for it to look genuine when she trips, one ankle twisting as she reaches out for the nearest passerby.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," she says, laughing at herself, looking faintly embarrassed. "It's these shoes. Are you alright?"

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"I was born in Toronto," she says. "Just outside of it, really, but I got out of there as soon as I turned eighteen." The rest of her history, that she'd been taken from her parents as a toddler, bounced from foster home to foster home, never settling down, never being officially adopted, she doesn't share those things. Not unless she finds they might benefit her.

"But I like the coast," she says. "And this place doesn't seem so bad."

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"Toronto?" Daisy says, interested. She's always liked the idea of Canada, even if she's never been herself. "That must have been exciting." She's tempted to ask if she speaks French.

"I like being close to a beach, myself," she agrees. "Gives me a chance to work on my tan."

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"It wasn't terrible," she says with a smile. "The lake isn't nearly big enough to be a substitute for the ocean, but at least it's still a city at the edge of a body of water."

For so long, she was never able to describe why the water felt so important to her and it was only when she'd been swimming and caught sight of the scales rippling over her legs beneath the water that she'd begun to understand.

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"Still, must have had it's own fun, in it's own way," Daisy says. "Still, a change can usually shake things up for the better so."

Daisy can't explain why she's drawn to the water; it comes from a separate place than her magic, and in a way, feels like a separate form of magic. She likes watching the waves as the lull within the ocean or crash upon the shore; she very much likes the way the ocean feels crushingly large, a conveyor of fate and a deity in its own right all at once. And the water is what usually calms her, in times of distress. She's never really considered why, before.

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Since she turned eighteen, April has had more change than most people have in their entire lifetime, but she only smiles and nods her agreement. "I've never been very good at staying in one place for too long," she says, as if she's merely restless, when in reality it's been her own trouble making that has usually been the cause behind her moves.

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"I've stayed in one place my whole life," Daisy says wistfully. "We're like, opposites, really." Apart from her stint in college, Daisy has never even left Boston. To get to explore towns outside of said city is something of a new experience, one that Daisy finds she quite enjoys.

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"Careful, don't fall under my influence or you'll never stay in one place for longer than a year again," April says with a teasing smile. If she tried, if she really wanted to, she thinks she might be able to convince a person to follow her, but she's never tried. She's never wanted that responsibility.