Wheeling Gull Isle los caracolitos te esperan en la orilla

not sure where this falls around the introduction/meeting thread so imma just continue that they don’t know each other yet :D

He succeeded in gaining her attention and for the moment she suspended her fretting. They looked at each other, blinking in their unknowingness. He did not know her, yet she smelled faintly of Axolotl and the brute wondered, momentarily, how that could possibly be — but he doesn’t linger on the thought for too long, shrugging it off as another surprise shared at the behest of the island’s unseen forces. Things that didn’t make sense, somehow they made sense here.  He conceded himself to this long ago — and the variety kept himself entertained. There was always some new task and new problem; a new land to be explored and with Coelacanth here, Komodo found himself quite at peace. He did not expect this feeling to last long, so he resigned himself to enjoying it while it was here.

The brute cocked an eyebrow at the young girl. He looked down his snout at the little red skittish thing but the grin upon his lips foretold his good-naturedness. “Y’alright?” he questioned in his roughhewn tone, wondering if he would get an answer to his question or if she would would avoid it entirely.