(good luck getting food+water into her without iv drips ;; )
Hana stood rigidly as Sebastion hugged her. She'd never been very good with physical contact. Where was she supposed to put her hands? Would it be rude or overly intimate to hug him around the waist? She settled for patting his back...
Hana sighed and stood up, dusting off her knees. "She doesn't look like she was at home on the sea," she said as she glanced again at the body, "I don't think her final resting place should be somewhere she wasn't used to."
She turned then and, after letting her hand hang in the air around...
Hana stayed on the beach, staring silently at Avril's body for a while. She hadn't known her, and though Hana was upset, she wasn't devastated. She'd had to pick herself up after friends she'd known for years had died; a stranger was practically nothing. Still, she couldn't help grimacing at the...
((how am i supposed to pretend everythings okay when someone just dIED AVRIL NOOO I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO KNOWING U))
Hana averted her gaze, focusing on capping her canteen securely instead of Raxton's unclothed state. However, she could only stare at the container for so long, and she...
Hana followed carefully behind her fellow powder monkey, listening attentively as he spoke. It was a little overwhelming, if she admitted it, but still she gathered plants where she could. Raxton's knowledge was impressive, and his enthusiasm was kind of cute, she thought. When he found the...
Hana realized a moment too late that Captain Veal was probably upset about having lost his ship. Of course, she berated herself mentally. She watched the captain fortify his shelter until Raxton addressed her.
"Oh, no, um. I'm okay... I'm glad you're okay too," she stammered, wincing at his...
Hana trailed wearily behind Raxton and the captain. She was glad to see they were alive, but the woman on the driftwood between them didn't look like she had much time, and Hana didn't know if anyone with any decent medical training had made it here. She followed them quietly while they carried...
((aaaaah im sorry, some irl stuff came up so ive been sort of mia. im just gonna pick up on the island ;; ))
Gulls circled, screeching, overhead; waves crashed against the shore; sun beat down forcefully on her skin; sand scraped her back, her thighs, her arms. Hana knew this mix of sensations...
Hana had been lost in the crowds; her size made weaving between bodies easier, but following specific people without a physical link was considerably harder. With the wind picking up, the slavers' ship rocked terribly, and she had trouble keeping her balance. She was lucky she hadn't been...
Hana's hands went to her mouth, muffling a scream as Anna fell. She was about to dash to her when the ship started rocking violently and the sea artist called out to them. She glanced at the stairs; they'd been so close to freeing so many people, and the cargo would've lined their pockets...
Hana shrugged, wincing at Raxton's injuries. "I think they're keeping the slaves on the lowest deck. That's, um- it's where they've always kept them on the... other ships ive been on."
She bit her lip and glanced between her crew mates. Anna looked in tip-top shape, and Hana was sure she could...