Finally,' Rave thought as the biome roulette came to a standstill. Depicted were three identical pictures of an island in the middle of a sea. The arena started transforming, giving the funky Lightbearer some time to look at Nariko. The two of them looked alike, even though the influx of European heritage made Rave different enough that they weren't carbon copies with an age difference. They were, however, clearly mother and daughter.
Nariko's dark blue hair was just as dishevelled as Rave's, but the abyssal auctioneer tried to tame that by keeping it in a ponytail, with moderate success. She looked awfully good in her suit as well.
It was a jet-black thing, sleek to the point of making pure-breed horses look pixelated next to it, from vest to pants. The bright pink socks and yellow bindings on her otherwise fitting shoes stuck out like a coconut in an apple cart.
