Navia

It’s a new day. The full sun from the clearless skies illuminated upon the freshly coiffed curls of her hair. A chipper voice rings out. "Morning!" She spins around her Gunbrella with graceful ease, as if it was dainty cane. Still a noticable heft to it. A pair of sunglasses appears out of her left hand and is put on. "Any plans for the day yet?"

The Gunbrella resting on her shoulder flutters open. She tilts her sunglasses down and winks, giving a cheeky blep. "If not, why don't you hang out with me?" It snaps closed, and she twirls it down until the tip plants itself in the ground. She removes her sunglasses (total time worn, fifteen seconds).