as eyes focus upon the horizon, he hears the approach of footsteps. not bothering to turn his head in the direction of the sound, he only flicks his eyes over to see who it is. SUBTLE it is, but the hard edge of his jaw softens. an enemy, perhaps, but not an intimidating one. he can’t help but wonder why she’s BOTHERING to speak up, what with his attention focused elsewhere. what sort of MASK does he wear for her? the lonely god or the wrathful one?
❝oh, it’s you. the girl with the shovel.❞ their first meeting did not settle well, but he’s WILLING to allow that to sit, if only for the sake of allowing their stay on this deserted island to pass smoothly. and truth be told, there’s more than a few reasons why someone would have QUALMS with him. ❝i do not need sustenance as much as most others. are they out of your reach?❞ an UNSPOKEN offering of a truce, perhaps.
“Yep. The girl with the shovel.” It was a pretty straightforward and accurate description of me, so I couldn’t exactly argue it- but was that really what was most memorable about me? But... then again, the shovel was pretty nice. And I did tend to take it most places. So, I really only had myself to blame.
“Well- I mean, I can climb stuff.” Well enough, anyways... these trees looked like they’d be a bit of a pain, but I was sure I could figure something out. Meaning I was really just too stubborn to admit I was too short for that... but, well, I didn’t need to say that. “But, I mean, uh... sure. D’you mean you just don’t need to eat as much?”