Isla
Isla smiles to hear that Sunjata is up for helping with her change of tack and sudden shenanigans, and she scoots further up the beach as he twists and shifts into the black and white swell of an orca. Watching him drift into the deeper water, she tracks the dorsal fin for a few moments before getting to work herself. The stalls, thankfully, are abundant with everything they need to cook the fish, and by the time Sunjata returns and shifts back into his usually leggy self, Isla is all prepared.
Well. The items are prepared - parchment paper, olive oil, herbs, lemon, and some string to tie the parcels - but the Ancient is sprawled happily on the (very hot) sand, soaking up the sun and listening to the waves rush in. With her arms tucked behind her head, she peeps one eye open as Sunjata's shadow falls over her, offering him a lazy smile. "Have fun fishing?"
Well. The items are prepared - parchment paper, olive oil, herbs, lemon, and some string to tie the parcels - but the Ancient is sprawled happily on the (very hot) sand, soaking up the sun and listening to the waves rush in. With her arms tucked behind her head, she peeps one eye open as Sunjata's shadow falls over her, offering him a lazy smile. "Have fun fishing?"
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
