Chris was unable to sleep thanks to his mind racing on how to get off the island. He finally gave up and stretched, waking up early.
He saw another early riser, one of their newest arrivals. He stopped to watch her, not quite willing to deal with a human being yet. Then he looked down at the sculpture.
She had the talent of an artist, though he wasn't sure what she meant. Maybe he should ask.
He cleared his throat, hoping not to alarm her, and waited for her to respond.
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[Chris] Morning owl (tag Mara, open)
Date: 2006-04-28 01:03 am (UTC)He saw another early riser, one of their newest arrivals. He stopped to watch her, not quite willing to deal with a human being yet. Then he looked down at the sculpture.
She had the talent of an artist, though he wasn't sure what she meant. Maybe he should ask.
He cleared his throat, hoping not to alarm her, and waited for her to respond.