AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Falling into the waves is par for the course, at this point. Aurelia's clothes are already soaked through, hair sopping wet. There's a salty taste on her lip as the water drips down to it, but none of this deters her. She's no stranger to hard work, and this is for a good cause, so determination furrows her brow.
In all fairness, though, if this didn't work, she might've resorted to kicking it.
She relaxes in genuine surprise when the bone pops out of its oceanic prison. "Hah," she belts out a triumphant laugh, "piece o' cake!" She flashes a grin towards Melita and Dragon-Jata.
She needs no prompting to fasten a hold on one end of the bone, ready to hoist up the thing and carry it to dry land.
Aurelia does even LIFT, bro
In all fairness, though, if this didn't work, she might've resorted to kicking it.
She relaxes in genuine surprise when the bone pops out of its oceanic prison. "Hah," she belts out a triumphant laugh, "piece o' cake!" She flashes a grin towards Melita and Dragon-Jata.
She needs no prompting to fasten a hold on one end of the bone, ready to hoist up the thing and carry it to dry land.
Aurelia does even LIFT, bro
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
