Oystercatcher Tide Pools Nakji

someone approaches as the coastal breeze blows their scent toward iseul. and she lifts her head to see another woman coming before her. a bit smaller than the Kujo-speaking girl, and in a scale of black and white with a seemingly friendly approach. and her question causes iseul's tail to wag a bit behind her.

"yes," she says with a swift and firm nod of the head, "낙지." iseul couldn't really come up with the English translation for the word, so it took her a few visible seconds to try and come up with a way to describe the animal. "lots of, ahh- legs." she says this while she lifts up one of her front paws and waves it around, hoping the other gets her message.

she looks around more in this pool, looking closely at the rocks for any hint of camouflage or the red or even tannish-yellow skin the strange alien creature held when traveling. so far, nothing, so she decides that perhaps a conversation with this stranger may help the time go by. fishing after all was a waiting game.

"what you looking for?" she asks in a stilted tone, head tilted a bit as she comes to look towards heph again.