"That it is." Isla was standing at the top of the hill, the light
of the rising sun making her form a silhouette. She walked down the
hill and her features melted into black, blue, and purple. "I see
you're awake. And you survived the night."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Floyd trudged along. Isla remained at a consistently fast pace, her
chin lifted in the air. After about 30 minutes, she was out of
breath, but still trudged stubbornly along.
"You think we should take a break?" Floyd asked, nervously eyeing
Isla.
"If you're tired, you'll be left behind," they replied.
Well that's rude.
He wished Zuzu would come back. He was better company than
this person.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Let's see if this works. I switched one of the long-range
walkie talkies I had spent the night making on. If all goes
according to plan, the one in Floyd's bag would be on already.
"Hello? Floyd?"
Floyd timidly crept up to it and peeled back the top to reveal... a
walkie-talkie. He promptly snatched it and held it to his ear.
"Sorry, dude!" he yelled through it. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Isla resumed walking away. Floyd hurried to catch up, buttoning his
pack up on the way. "Wait up!" He held the walkie-talkie to his
ear. "Sorry, gimme a minute-"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature