a kick down in my soul / joining

[GEORGIA.]

Georgia wasn't particularly interested in much these days - only what connected her to her father and the semblances she could gather of her mother and her sphere of control. One would think, though, that with such a creative and diverse group of individuals, the island would have more to offer her. And perhaps it wasn't the island, then; maybe Georgia just craved the satisfaction of a few specific activities.

However, something that did peak her interest was Paola's furious shrieking - in the moment that she sped directly past Georgia, the slightly younger Somali decided to pursue her, just in case she was chasing something relatively interesting. It was really just Gia chasing the yowling of Paola and getting smacked in the face by the rubbery underbrush of the flora, but maybe - maybe it would be worth it.

By the time she reached the gate, her breathing was heavier from the run, and all that left her throat was a breathless wheeze at the scene as she paused beside Eulia. "Jesus, Paola." She wheezed. "Solid greeting. Can I get you two a room in the tavern?" Peering around the mass of black fur, Georgia was able to separate black from brown and found the face of the stranger.

Tilting her chin up in greeting, she winked at him. "Hi Devland - I'm Georgia. Wicked scar." It didn't really occur to her that he was in pain. Usually in greeting strangers she was a little more discreet and blunt, possibly rude - but Devland had the good fortune of meeting her while she was in a happy mood.