[Backdated to April 1st.]

Peach Scone could be accused of many things, but not of lacking determination.

They had arrived in Polaris, seeking magic, and had promptly been startled into smacking their head on a rock by a passing Kyte.

It was then that Peach Scone decided they fucking hated Polaris, and every cursed creature that lived there. So it was going to destroy every Lesser it could get its tendrils on.

It'd be fairly easy to hunt in Polaris, where there were a ton of hard surfaces for her magic to drive creatures into.

It starts small, with a Red Mouse scurrying a few paces away from the crystal she's hiding behind.

The little mouse barely has time to let out a startled squeak before it slams into the stone, and Peach Scone can hear the sharp crack of its tiny little neck snapping.

Peach Scone chirps with delight. One down, too many more to go.

They float over, not bothering to check for stones (what is wrong with them) before gulping the mouse down in a single bite.

What next?

They float curiously over to the river. There's bound to be some tasties in there.

There is, indeed, tasties in the water.

When they dive into the refreshingly cold water, it feels like they're finally in their element once more. Glancing about, they see an odd, shelled creature they've never caught sight of before. Curious, Peach Scone floated over and tore it free of the rocky shelf upon which it lay, before floating up and contemplating what to do about the shell.

Said contemplation does not take long. When all you have is a hammer, every issue looks like a nail.

Peach Scone drops it on the floor, a good pace away from the crystal.