Sequoia Coast Of broken bones and seaweed

Blue heard the chuckle and though she was not privy to what the other female was thinking of, she could venture a guess. Given Julooke’s obvious distaste for the taste of the seaweed, her refusal to even try it, so she simply smiled. Yea I don’t like it very much either.

Blue had failed to mention that her mother and she had traveled her entire life, until she had come here to settle on her own. But that was something the other didn’t need to know, not that Blue would mind telling her, no it was just simply it hadn’t come up.

Blue laughed as Julooke, put the seaweed on her shoulders. yes we make lovely swamp things, now don’t we. She planned to divide up her own seaweed too, it was only fair and she did not mind sharing, she had more than enough at this point.