[Ellie isn't the only one enjoying herself. Rocket is standing on deck with his arms crossed but a sly grin on his slightly elongated snout, teeth just barely showing. An otter wearing armor designed for a beastfolk child adorning her sleek-furred shoulders and a toy sword slung against her back has her tiny webbed paws on the railing looking down at the ground far below, even more visibly pleased than Rocket. The wind in his fur, even as cold as it is, feels amazing, and Rocket has his face to it, breathing in the sharp crispness of winter.
He catches sight of Ellie, recognizing her as another of the inn's temporary residents he had seen in passing and moves closer, leaning on the railing to try and get a glimpse of Thalassa- no, Didymos, in the distance.]
Can't believe they actually figured it out. [He doesn't keep his voice low like others might, but he isn't shouting.] Look at that view.
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He catches sight of Ellie, recognizing her as another of the inn's temporary residents he had seen in passing and moves closer, leaning on the railing to try and get a glimpse of Thalassa- no, Didymos, in the distance.]
Can't believe they actually figured it out. [He doesn't keep his voice low like others might, but he isn't shouting.] Look at that view.