Koa
Koa soaks this all in like a sponge, fascinated and bemused by the many possibilities contained within one simple fruit. "Huh," he says expressively, peering at the large green oblong with a renewed sense of respect. Will he ever be half as useful as a simple coconut? Be able to provide for himself and his family? When he looks to the future, where is he?
Ok. Nope. Not going to have an existential crisis over a coconut.
Koa picks his way toward the shoreline, gathering dried leaves and driftwood as he goes. By the time he's at the edge of the water he's got a decent assortment, though doubtless some is too wet or to green to service well as kindling. Being unfamiliar with the flora of Torchline he can be forgiven some mistakes. He sets it down a foot from where the tideline appears to be, and it is around this time that Pip appears, scurrying up from who-knows-where, her claws and fur coated with sand, a crab carcass in her mouth.
"Pipsqueak, this is Hadama," Koa introduces, grimacing as he picks a strand of seaweed off her coat. "Hadama, Pipsqueak. Firestarter extraordinaire." He eyes the spot he's chosen for the fire, wondering if the water will be mischievous and come too close. Hopefully the mer's control of it will keep it from misbehaving. "Pip, we need a firepit. Wanna do th-- and there she goes."
Indeed, it takes very little prompting for Pipsqueak to start digging a hole, her long claws ideal tools to gouge into the sand.
Ok. Nope. Not going to have an existential crisis over a coconut.
Koa picks his way toward the shoreline, gathering dried leaves and driftwood as he goes. By the time he's at the edge of the water he's got a decent assortment, though doubtless some is too wet or to green to service well as kindling. Being unfamiliar with the flora of Torchline he can be forgiven some mistakes. He sets it down a foot from where the tideline appears to be, and it is around this time that Pip appears, scurrying up from who-knows-where, her claws and fur coated with sand, a crab carcass in her mouth.
"Pipsqueak, this is Hadama," Koa introduces, grimacing as he picks a strand of seaweed off her coat. "Hadama, Pipsqueak. Firestarter extraordinaire." He eyes the spot he's chosen for the fire, wondering if the water will be mischievous and come too close. Hopefully the mer's control of it will keep it from misbehaving. "Pip, we need a firepit. Wanna do th-- and there she goes."
Indeed, it takes very little prompting for Pipsqueak to start digging a hole, her long claws ideal tools to gouge into the sand.
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
