Isla
She isn't from the swamps, though she sends a pulse of amusement back Locke's way as she catches onto the sparkle of his curiosity. For a moment, though, she's unable to reply, tumbling and diving and enjoying herself as a leopard seal to the fullest. Oh, no - it's just the last time I was anything aquatic, it required a lot of space. And out in the deep, things look pretty opaque just because it's all so... big, she explains. But here in the shallows - this is beautiful...
Diving down to the seabed with a flipper sifting through the sand, she's about to explain what she needs the shell to be - flawless, in a word - when a shadow passes overhead and Isla is turning as well, gliding around Locke with awe fluttering through their Attuned bond. Oh, wow...! I don't think I have ever seen one before. How gorgeous... it really looks like a plant, doesn't it? Nudging him with her nose, she moves as if to follow after it. Where do you suppose it's going...?
Diving down to the seabed with a flipper sifting through the sand, she's about to explain what she needs the shell to be - flawless, in a word - when a shadow passes overhead and Isla is turning as well, gliding around Locke with awe fluttering through their Attuned bond. Oh, wow...! I don't think I have ever seen one before. How gorgeous... it really looks like a plant, doesn't it? Nudging him with her nose, she moves as if to follow after it. Where do you suppose it's going...?
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
