our dead drink the sea
10-17-2023, 03:42 PM
The Imp, she noticed, looked rather unimpressed. Perhaps Imps were quite sensitive about their teeth? Or perhaps he was just the sort of person to be unimpressed most of the time? Echo could relate to that, and honestly that suited her just fine. She didn't think she had the energy if Morte had found someone overly nice, or worse, talkative. Her head hurt enough already. "Bor-uh-what-ass?" Her face was still scrunched up in confusion as she shifted in the sand to sit up again, her face scanning the sand, the rocks, the trees... eventually, the confusion melted away to cold realisation, her ears plastering back against her skull in distress. "Shiiit!" The hissed expletive was long and drawn out as it started to sink in how long she must have been adrift for. She wasn't even on the shores of her homeland any more! With a grit of her teeth she realised that she might actually need the stranger's help. If only to get as much information from him about the area as she possibly could. "Wait! Uh..." She licked her lips, suddenly unsure of herself, the taste of salt distracting. "Do you know of a place called Serion?" She'd never heard of Boreas... and she hadn't explored everywhere back home so there was a chance she hadn't drifted too far... but if he told her he'd also never heard of her homeland then it would be safe to say she was well and truly lost. "Speak." |
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