before those hands pulled me from the earth

She held her head low and struck off in an elegant trot, tracing the receding shoreline where the monolith trees sprouted in towheaded succession. She pointedly navigated the jutting stones that met her, and in silence she investigated the deserted island. If he was not willing to talk to her, she would resign to stony and indifferent silence; though, inwardly, she felt slightly offended by his (justified) reluctance to interact with her.

Overhead the only sound besides Atlas' paws were the insulted shrieks of gulls -- Caiaphas paid them no mind, slowing to a stop as the promontory tapered off and the entire of the desolate isle lay below them in breathtaking bareness. Blandly, she turned to look behind her to see if the male appreciated the sights -- and sulkily, she dropped down the stony slab and into the depths of the channel.