[She scrunches her nose a bit as she looks out over the expanse of shoreline ahead— for the most part, it looks like any other island, except...]
Even in the rain, there would usually be some sign of wildlife, like seabirds calling to one another. This place just feels...
[She can't really explain how it resonates with her; part of it is years of scouting instinct, but she has a gut feeling that another part must be something she's getting from the island itself, from the earth and stone beneath them.]
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[She scrunches her nose a bit as she looks out over the expanse of shoreline ahead— for the most part, it looks like any other island, except...]
Even in the rain, there would usually be some sign of wildlife, like seabirds calling to one another. This place just feels...
[She can't really explain how it resonates with her; part of it is years of scouting instinct, but she has a gut feeling that another part must be something she's getting from the island itself, from the earth and stone beneath them.]
Empty. It doesn't feel right.