The sea does not reward those who are
too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.
One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea
“The other islands?” Granuaile repeats his questions while inquisitively turning her dainty head towards the sea. On the horizon she caught a glimpses of a few pieces of land above the dancing waves. She blinks before turning her attention back to her young greeter. “I am from an island called Eire, I doubt you have heard of it, it's very far from here.” Sadness clouds her grey eyes for a moment as she realizes she won't be going home any time soon, if at all. With another blink she calms her swelling emotions before they turn into an unstoppable maelstrom.
The lad is still young but he seems genuine and friendly enough. She noted how he had announced this place with pride so surely this was home, and perhaps he was the leader here. Granuaile is about to jump a few steps a head here but she had always been rather direct in her approach.
“Soo,” she trails off shimmying her dappled bay shoulders in a playfully seductive fashion, “I need a place to stay,” she blurts out surprisingly chipper for someone that's recently been fighting for their life. “At least for now, this is a very nice beach you have here, is this your land?” She takes a pause from the bombardment of questions and blinks in astonishment, “What's your name?” She chuckles lightly, slightly embarrassed that she is willingly to set up camp here without even knowing the name of her would be host. GRANUAILE
mare ~ 3 ~ 14.2hh ~ no rank ~ no port