Isla
Isla is still watching the manta (unaware that she's flipped upside down in the water to do so, because who cares when you're a seal), and Locke's words receive a pulse of interest at first rather than anything with real words. Turning to swim the right way up again, she hugs the seabed even as the cloud manta seems to blanket the water above them. I was a kraken, she says, the words almost whispered, like it's a secret. (Which it sort of is, she supposes).
It's like a really huge octopus. It was disorientating, at first... But then it had been fun. More than fun.
I don't see what harm following it could do... Although, we might lose the island if we go too far out, she says, pausing in the warm shallows. The isles have a habit of moving around, don't they? Maybe we could stick close to them.
It's like a really huge octopus. It was disorientating, at first... But then it had been fun. More than fun.
I don't see what harm following it could do... Although, we might lose the island if we go too far out, she says, pausing in the warm shallows. The isles have a habit of moving around, don't they? Maybe we could stick close to them.
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
