[ rain and storms occur in the various bodies of water she swims in, but the smell differs — there's no salt, no seaweed, nothing that reminds her of home beyond the sound of raindrops hitting the surface of land. zarina's far too occupied to focus on it however. not when there's a human being in front of her trying to speak to her.
at his question, zarina gives no response as she tilts her head to the side. of course she can talk and yet her voice refuses to rise from her throat ever since she wakes up — and her own caution silences her at the same time even should she had her voice.
the way the man sits... already zarina moves to hunch her upper body forward enough to rest her elbows on her knees, legs splitting apart enough until she's in the same position as caleb. towel still rests above her thighs as she looks towards his face once again with the same curious look on her own.
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at his question, zarina gives no response as she tilts her head to the side. of course she can talk and yet her voice refuses to rise from her throat ever since she wakes up — and her own caution silences her at the same time even should she had her voice.
the way the man sits... already zarina moves to hunch her upper body forward enough to rest her elbows on her knees, legs splitting apart enough until she's in the same position as caleb. towel still rests above her thighs as she looks towards his face once again with the same curious look on her own.
does she copy him right? ]