LOCKE
The water is cool and clear and feels like the only place in the world he wants to be. He flips around to look at her, head tilting so far that his body rolls with him. It's not quite like flying but it has the same freeing feeling. Were you not expecting it to be clear? Maybe she's from the swamps. He's never asked. Actually, he knows little about the woman before him.
She might even feel it through the bond, the spark of curiosity that he feels as he looks her over. But there are shells to find. He surfaces for a moment, to breath before diving further down to poke around the sea bed with his nose. So it has to be- He pauses, head lifting up as the sun is blotted from them.
Isla! Look, a cloud manta. He's seen them plenty of times but never like this.
She might even feel it through the bond, the spark of curiosity that he feels as he looks her over. But there are shells to find. He surfaces for a moment, to breath before diving further down to poke around the sea bed with his nose. So it has to be- He pauses, head lifting up as the sun is blotted from them.
Isla! Look, a cloud manta. He's seen them plenty of times but never like this.
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
