Things had been tumultuous lately, and Jael needed… she needed to think. When was she not thinking? When was she not thinking so rapidly that her head spun, her chest ached, her head throbbed. Fuck. Though she was able to find solitude on the Archipelago, there was still something unnerving her. Anxious for a change of scenery, Jael tracked north.
The summer heat warmed her to the core. Pausing on the beach to shake the saltwater from her coat, Jael tipped her face to the sun. It was a good day. She was going to have a good day, even if it was in spite of herself.
Keen gaze refocusing, she’s quick to lock eyes on some turtle carcasses. They’re dried out, long dead and no good for eating, but the shells were in great shape. Picking two up and finding a shady spot, Jael set to work stripping and cleaning them. No use carrying them home all nasty and heavy, right? Mid morning sun to keep her company, it’s enough.
J A E L
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As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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