Edge of the World // Joining

[SOLVEIG]

Solveig never caught the girls' name- Rosemary, that was, but the sight of her and whatever useful products she had was welcoming. At least, it was welcoming. Even in Solveig's bit of daze as she came to again after her brief unconciousness, she flinched sharply at the mental connection being severed, like a sudden sting in her own head to have her powers shoved out of the girl's mind. But it was not that so much- no, she could understand a dislike of telepathy, but rather, it was the commanding tone spoken afterwards, chiding her for daring to use her power, to use her voice instead. The notion made a flicker of panic rise in her throat, though her face did not show it, aside from a faint tensing of her jaw. What was worse, her request of a blanket had been denied, rather coldly at that. Who cares if she was in the- Typhoon, was it? No tropical humidity was going to help her dry any faster, even if she was warming up. She was still a soggy pelt of fur.

"..I do not appreciate being soaked," she spoke physically, though clearly unhappy with the notion, almost grimacing as her words came out barely above a whisper, still soft and sweet as her telepathy had been, but hoarse as if her voice was not comfortable for use, as if it physically pained her to do so. She shifted slightly as Rosemary began to dig in her supplies for something, "I can tak-" she started, but hissed at the poultice applied against the wound, wisely shutting her mouth against the agitated  woman as she simply let her work and bandage her shoulder, her body more rigid now, her gaze flicking from person to person as if she were just now more starkly aware of how many eyes were on her now that words had been voiced. Gods above, why her? Why was it her that was to be washed up on an island of strangers who already seemed to hate her for no reason? Where was the Typhoon, even? Any chance she had of getting back to her old hut were now dashed, no matter how far she had gone, meaning whatever belongings and supplies she had- all material possessions, she supposed- were left to the wilds.

But silence befell the girl as stayed, half-sat up while Rosemary attended to her shoulder. She wasn't going to cross the woman again, that much was certain.

Still, Rosemary's behavior towards her had sent a chill down her spine, one not caused by her lovely dip in the ocean's salty trap. She couldn't suppose that this situation could get any worse- after all, they weren't seeming like they were going to kill her- but could it really get any better than it presently was? It seemed she was already going to be disliked. Somehow, it didn't seem fair. Ironic, even.

Yet fate could surprise her again, it seemed, for the faint sound of paws on sand that brought forth another soul made Solveig lift her head slightly to regard who else was now going to survey her. What she wasn't expecting, however, was this. Her eyes went slightly wide, blinking a few times as if she were certain it was the daze of the events, her eyes playing a trick on her as the man approached. But she could see the change slowly overtaking him, too, going tense, locking his gaze on hers as she looked up to him, and the voice. The voice saying her name and nothing more. Oh gods above. "Pincher," she dared to whisper, wise enough to not try to use her telepathy with Rosemary in the general vicinity, as uncomfortable as it still was to speak. Her gaze stuck for a moment, a million questions springing to mind, all cut short by the words of Caesar.

Solveig's gaze turned towards the man, swallowing slightly before she slowly dipped her head in answer. Yes.. Yes they did know each other, didn't they? There was another long pause as she turned back to Rosemary, then towards Pincher, carefully directing her telepathy towards him, and him alone if she could so help it. "Why are you here? What is this place?"

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