Lion Head Mesa [mp] no weenies allowed!

not at all she's precious <3

had she a bitterness and a serpent's tongue plus a good grasp of sarcasm, Tuna could have said something mean and obvious. but thankfully, she possess none of the above and is more so overjoyed that someone has come to find her.

the one what comes towards her smells of the water and land, but still causes an arch of the brow. perhaps she is new, perhaps she is a visitor. but either way, she's coming to help! that's enough of a chapter in tuna's book to be considered a friend.

"ah can hear yew fah-ne," she comes to say, despite the feeling of a thorn pushing near an ear, "just, uh, ah can't really move with'out bleedin' tew death." what a sad way to die, if this were to be the end of tuna perez, and she hadn't even accomplished any of her life goals yet! a clear of her throat as she wonders about even trying to dug under.

"yew look new," says Tuna, trying to bring a little embarrassment away from her while in this situation, "mah name's Tuna, one of the fellahin here at Akashingo. ahm gonna take'a wild guess yer'a newbie here. what'a way to meet yer peers, huh?" there is a gruff noise akin to a guffaw of a laugh, and now tuna has to ask the biggest question of all. "yew think yew can help'a girl out 'ere?"

one for conversation, even with thousands of thorns pressing into her. she's become her father for christ's sake!