for one who was known with the title of winter queen, it is easy to assume that a hotter climate that belonged to an island would cause problems. however, as she was quite used to surviving with only the items on her person and what nature offered, this was no trouble for the Berserker. in some ways, it was welcomed. getting away from the noise and chaos of it all. it was impossible not to feel some nostalgia for her days as Britain Savior's-- not of the agonizing moments, but the quieter ones. nights shared with her friends around a campfire, where their chatter chased away the voices screaming inside her mind. the unique tranquility offered by nommin isle was openly embraced.
eyes that were closed open as a loud splash breaks the silence, water droplets falling onto her skin and drying immediately from the sun's rays. silence returns once more as Morgan focuses on the other person with her.
" You are scaring away the fish with your loud movements. " her gaze moves to the makeshift spear currently sticking half out of the shallower waters along the shoreline. " For someone who claims to be a general, you would think your aim and elegance wielding a weapon would be better."
@riftingzenith -- nommin isle
