nine and seventy. voice.

[naughtbutlife]

Tis sweltering here, and I am wearing wool. Admittedly, it only seems a poor decision now, for later in the evening when the air cools I keep very warm indeed.

How is everyone else faring? I trust that no one has gotten ill yet, and that no one has gone hungry.

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[cauchemal]

[Mal is down to a tank top and her linen trousers, which are rolled up to the knee. Being on a beach is something of a psychological trigger for her, and she's been pointedly trying not to think about it while currently trying to bust open a coconut and retain the liquid inside. It's not going well. On the one hand, there are three split coconuts ready to eat. On the other, most of the coconut water is now all over Mal. Fourth time's the charm, maybe?]

[cauchemal]

[Mal sits there on the ground for a moment getting her composure and breath back, assuring herself that the spider is indeed nowhere on her. And then she starts to giggle as she reaches out to take Angelica's hand.]

I hate spiders.

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica helps Mal to her feet, snickering softly. Oh Lord, the heat's gotten to them.]

I can see that, madam. Judging from the brief glimpse I was given of the creature...[Shudder] I cannot blame you for hating that one. Let us continue on before something else decides to latch on to my skirt.