[ Sandy shores and giant bodies of water are Ed's dominion, which means that's where he drifts along in the Horizon, too. He hasn't made any place of his own in particular; the sea is vast and so, his space is, too, carrying him wherever the current wants to. These days, he isn't much one for steering. Not like there's any shore he's gotta reach.
'Course, that also means sometimes, he ends up where he didn't actually plan to be.
Like. The North Star.
Ed's probably not super visible through the distant waves, but as he draws closer, Koby might recognize him as the anti-navigator (and possibly, in others' views, huge dick) who keeps fucking with people's compasses and rudders. Ed, on the other hand, absolutely recognizes Koby, though, listen, he doesn't, you know, actually hate the guy or anything; at the end of the decade, they're all kind of stuck here together and it's hard to...make mortal enemies out of people when you can barely remember what the fuck happened between you three centuries ago.
But you gotta admit: huge spoilsport. Just saying. ]
Oh, look, it's you. [ He slithers onto the sand. ] Having a little rest from being a killjoy?
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'Course, that also means sometimes, he ends up where he didn't actually plan to be.
Like. The North Star.
Ed's probably not super visible through the distant waves, but as he draws closer, Koby might recognize him as the anti-navigator (and possibly, in others' views, huge dick) who keeps fucking with people's compasses and rudders. Ed, on the other hand, absolutely recognizes Koby, though, listen, he doesn't, you know, actually hate the guy or anything; at the end of the decade, they're all kind of stuck here together and it's hard to...make mortal enemies out of people when you can barely remember what the fuck happened between you three centuries ago.
But you gotta admit: huge spoilsport. Just saying. ]
Oh, look, it's you. [ He slithers onto the sand. ] Having a little rest from being a killjoy?