Luneshale Pass [mp2] suds

tuna offers a humorous cackle to dwin's question. "ahm not awf that'ol bunch," she grins to the other, "ahm from tha' middle awf nowhere, wayyyy down south" she says to her thoughtfully. part of tuna thinks of her family for this moment; she wonders how her mamma is doin, how papi is doing too and all her brothers and sisters (god know her parents breed like rabbits and tuna would probably have more litters of siblings by now).

"ah needed a home, an' they offer'ed one, so lahng as ah'worked." she rolls her shoulders, it was all rather honest work. nothing dark had yet to come to paint her a poor image of the Egyptians, but perhaps that is simply due to luck and her later presence in the timeline. "ah just roll with'tha current, ya know?" tuna was like the little seal in the bottom of the ocean, holding onto kelp as she sleeps while the tide pushes her to and fro. simply just pleased to exist.

"well, ah shouldn't send ya home emp'ty-handed an'all" tuna thinks thoughtfully for a moment, "let meh bring yew a'gift'a somesorts? tah show tew yer council o'ravens an' hopefully mean good will an'all" she says with a charming grin, looking back to the stores that were slowly collected while finding the place in the cenotes.