The Causeway, Friday Morning

[shiroi_tiger]

Have you ever had one of those days? The sort of day where nothing quite goes right, where what you think you're doing is spring cleaning, you've got an armload of everything from old clothes to journals to a sword and you're minding your own business when suddenly you realize that the room that you were going to move your belongings to was

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[foundintheashes]

Well, he was certainly taking this well. Goodnight, on the other hand was sort of frozen up as he looked at the island and the... shoeless fella.

Hey, if your last memory was getting shot by a gating gun and dramatically falling off a roof, you would be confused too.

Which he was. Deeply confused.

At least he had his horse with him for some reason, though.

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan had managed all of three steps before noticing the horse. It was a horse. It was difficult to miss. Why couldn't the island have grabbed him while he was out riding his horse? At least then he'd have shoes.

It was remarkable how many of those thoughts played out on his face before he looked up to notice that the horse also came with a terribly bemused looking man who was clearly more out of his depth than Nathan was, here. Nathan was used to this nonsense, after all. Man-on-the-Horse wasn't quite so likely to be.

"You're looking a little lost," he offered. Shoelessly.

[foundintheashes]

"I have died and gone to hell," Goody informed him with dramatic conviction.

This precious, lil swamp rat.

[shiroi_tiger]

At that, Nathan had to pause and give a look around. Bright, shining sun. Sparkling ocean stretching out to either side of them. A midwinter chill in the air.

"I can see how you might draw that conclusion," he noted, a touch dryly. "What with all of the brimstone and fire."

Nathan. Be nice. You and Goody were going to be spending a lot of time together soon.