born with salt on my skin
Something startles Raza awake; perhaps the nosies of the others or the feeling of being about to fall off a bough. She reaches out for the edges of her hammock and find nothing but air - and more unbalance. It takes a moment, but she finds herself steadied and then is able to take a moment to assess the situation. There are other people here too - no one familiar, unfortunately - but that doesn’t mean they aren’t around. Something draws her gaze upwards and not only is Hoa there, on the branch above her, but there’s a lovely little light creating a sort of halo above him. The Torcher tries to peer through the boughs of the trees to find the source. It strikes her as something very pretty. Very valuable. Something she should fight for. It sets her bare feet to the bough and her arms around the trunk, reaching - reaching - for the next limb. And the next, and the next. Hoa, being at home in high, wooden places, goes with her in an attempt to scare others off.
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Raza climbs and Hoa tries to scare folks off. Cause who wouldn’t be worried about a python in a tree?
and the sea in my blood
RAZA
