Blackwater Islands gemini feed

Whip nodded his head. "Okay," he said, resigning himself to wait for the herb to take effect. Whether she wanted him to sit in silence as he waited, Whip was unsure. Many of the sirens were not keen on small talk, especially with a drudge like Whip, and those who did treated it like some chore to do so (save for perhaps Akantha, at times). Galateia however was different from the other nerds, at least -- to Whip she was. But to be safe, the boy fell into a silent spell for the minutes that followed.

In that time, Whip watched her as she stretched languidly across the ground. His gaze followed along her thin spindle limbs and on to her threadbare body. And then, her face. He wanted to say something, but he just didn't know what. So... true to his age as an awkward, gawky teenager, Whip forgot to think. "I uh," Whip stuttered. "I think— Ithinkyou'rereallypretty." His words all slurred together as if he couldnt spit them out fast enough. He then looked down at his own outsteched forepaws; eyes wide with surprise in what he himself had said.