The extent of her travels had shown her little to be impressed by.
Trees and coastlines abundant, there was probably more to this place than that- not that her father had sewn a pretty picture of the islands aside from the personalities that made up for the never ending coastlines. “Water. A lot of water, na.” Her voice trails off a little bit, her dark eyes no longer flicking between the two men, and instead staring almost blankly out towards the water, where the foam sprayed and the waves crashed.
Being wet was unpleasant and unflattering, and she did not look forward to diving back into the oceans in order to explore the bulk of the islands that were out there. Sighing, she almost laments that she came here without any sort of plan, but then she didn’t know what her father had planned to do- and she had followed him after all. “I wouldn’t really say home is the plan for me.”
Now, isn’t that a little negative, Sighurd?
Somewhere in the wide blue yonder she already had a home, and for now she was happy to call the skin on her back and the legs under her body her home. Her skin was a warm red blanket, and it offered to her all the shelter and protection she needed.
mare . red dun . fifteen pt one . russell