I LOST MY LEG | o, joining

[SOLVEIG]

Well, O'Riley was not the first, nor the last soul to wash up on the idle sands of the Typhoon, no more drawn to it than the tide that seemed to carry so many lost souls together, like the beach and island itself was some sort of beacon. Even herself had been carried on that same tide, though she had not been so lucky as O'Riley to have a boat to carry him to safety- even if said boat was no more than a trust piece of driftwood. Her shoulder had paid the price, still bandaged, though healing under the care of the Typhoon and the supplies that they had that she could use.

Regardless of the common nature of the tide to drag people in, it was seldom, at least in Solveig's time, that they knew exactly where they were and wanted to join. Truly, had this creature tried to make it to the Typhoon on an actual boat and simply befell a terrible fate on the way there, yet got so lucky enough as to be carried in the tide anyway? In any case, the call of O'Riley and his energetic nature sent Solveig stepping carefully across the territory, the pale snowshoe's steps careful and drifting, near silent against the ground as she made her way forth. She held herself tall, despite the faint limp in her step from her shoulder, as she carried herself to survey O'Riely momentarily from a brief distance, her violet gaze flickering over his form, taking in each little detail of his person as quickly as a glance.

"I see another has been washed up in the tide," Solveig contemplated, though her voice did not come from her lips, instead cast by her mind and her telepathic link, soft and honey-sweet as her words drifted towards O'Riley. Only then did she step out from her cover carefully and step slowly, paw by paw to be in front of the soaking-wet creature in front of her. Her violet eyes traced over his form still, a soft smile dancing across her face as she slowly gathered her paws beneath her to sit, every action careful, and distinctly beautiful in their own way. "Greetings, mister O'Riley. I am known as Solveig here. The Typhoon welcomes many, so long as you have no malicious intent... Though I am curious as to just how and why you ended up here, sir..." Her smile rose a little higher, innocent. "Perhaps you would indulge me...?"

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