SYM-651: 💧 ✦ MARIN

Beautiful teal waves crashed onto pale land, the skies above a slight gray hue, an indicator of rain. Marin didn’t pay mind to the weather, much to the dismay of his significant other to venture out in such conditions. He was stubborn, wanting to find at least a goldmine of fish to provide for at least a week's worth of delicious meals. No matter if there shall be rain, there shall be mouths to feed. The dark blue Symprite wandered o...