Coming forward from out of the darkness, green eyes blazing with curiosity is the odd-acting Sasha Nevah, rapier in hand. She takes a moment, then recognizes you and drops the weapon leaping forward to embrace each of you quite energetically. "We thought you were lost. You didn't come back, and we'd started to give up hope. It is great to have you here again." Then as she considers for a moment she adds brightly, "Did you find a way off this forsaken rock? Are we going home?"
The girls shouts and affection soon brings the other castawys out from under the big tarp and they greet you warmly, except Ishirou, who simply nods stoically.
Sasha has a surprising interest in the unhatched eggs. "Can I have them?" she asks Chikura. "I would like to keep them safe, and if they hatch, I want to see the babies. Some kind of flying dinosaur, do you think?"
Mikail wrote: "Lady, a pleasure to meet you. From your dress you seem a capable fighter. That can be invaluable on this island." Sasha rolls her eyes at the newcomer. "Whatever. I can take care of myself. Suggest you dont' cross me." she says, with a yawn and a cat-like stretch.
Sasha pipes up, not particularly helpfully, "If the little one dies, I want his fancy shortbow. That thing is really cool!"
Just as the group is stirring again to perhaps go look for the missing members, Sasha saunters back into the camp, as if without a care in the world.
Sasha looks bored with whole conversation and rolls over to go to sleep without a word to anyone.
As Mikhail orders Sasha to begin looking for mollusks, she gets up and walks to the waters edge. "Yeah, sure, okay." she mutters but she doesn't seem to be making much of a show of doing anything in particular.
"I know a thing or two about chains," says a dripping wet, and nearly naked Sasha returning from a dip in the sea. "Whips too. Those aren't really chains though, just manacles but some damn fine ones. Be hard to get them open without the key. Maybe that's the point, eh?"
She sits on a large rock, and lounges her long lean body in the sun.
Sasha Nevah, finally back from the surf, eyes the bard curiously. "We aren't staying here long, are we? I mean, won't someone come and save us? I don't see the point in building anything."
Smythe finds it easy to stir the red-headed girl, who is on the verge of consciousness anyway. As she lies there, on her side, the Taldan man is able to see a strange tattoo on her back. It looks like a large red "N" made of three thin red marks.
Stirring, the girl's brigth green eyes flash open, and she sits up with a start, her tousled red hair bouncing as she does so. "Where am I? What? The beach...I love the beach!" And oblivous to the situation, she rises and goes to wade in the surf, frolicking joyfully. She is long, slender, and athletic as she romps through the waves.
"Don't worry about me," says Sasha laconically. "I'll be alright, if you keep a muzzle on that little fool. Go on with your "mission". We'll all be here when you get back. Ain't no where to go anyway."
Oh, DO shut UP!" cries Sasha, throwing a jagged seashell at the verbose gnome. "I can't hear the birds over your pointless story. Don't start that drivel up again while I am in earshot. It was bad enough on the ship, now I am trapped with you for who knows how long."
The athletic red-head has moved over to the loot pile, withdrawing a finely crafted rapier, a kukri which she tucks into her belt, and a chain shirt.
"Well it wasn't me that rescued you, if that's what you're asking" says Sasha rather coldly. "And of course I' fine. You see me sitting here don't you? Do I look hurt?" She seems to be watching the sand and the waves, not looking at any of the rest of you. Her left hand opens and closes reflexively while she sits.
Sasha Nevah, the odd red-headed girl, lies motionless on the beach not far from where Jask now stands. From where she lies, and the condition of her torn clothes, you can see a large tattoo on her back.
At the prodding from Mikail she rouses, at first her piercing green eyes popping open with a start. Like Jask, she is confused at first. "Where am I? The beach? Why am on the beach? I love the beach! The ocean is so pretty. Look, seagulls!" Her initial concern fades quickly to fascination as she takes a tangential approach to the situation.
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