Zeta in her swimsuit.
Even a hunter of the primal beasts must rest. The gleam in her eyes, as sharp as the tip of a spear, softens when she gazes out at the glittering sea. She slips into her favorite swimsuit and frolics in the surf, her laughter and happy shouts echoing in the salty air. Sometimes even she must rest her spear arm to ready herself for the next battle.
