[ Confused, maybe. But that's alright. There are worse ways to be.
And she isn't dressed in much at all, save for a seal pelt swaddled around her to preserve her modesty, or maybe William's modesty. Her legs are white and her toes grip at and feel the rough sand, and her choppy dark hair flutters in a wind that doesn't make much sense. Robyn tips a look up at the sky, the birds dotting it.
Keeping her back to William as she thinks about that question. ] I think he's got your bones.
[ Now she turns, hands gripping the edges of the fur. She is small, and familiar, except her eyes have filled in completely black, and seem slightly rounder in her face than they should be.
She pokes a finger at the figure standing ignored. ]
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And she isn't dressed in much at all, save for a seal pelt swaddled around her to preserve her modesty, or maybe William's modesty. Her legs are white and her toes grip at and feel the rough sand, and her choppy dark hair flutters in a wind that doesn't make much sense. Robyn tips a look up at the sky, the birds dotting it.
Keeping her back to William as she thinks about that question. ] I think he's got your bones.
[ Now she turns, hands gripping the edges of the fur. She is small, and familiar, except her eyes have filled in completely black, and seem slightly rounder in her face than they should be.
She pokes a finger at the figure standing ignored. ]
Who is that?