(Yasha and Beau are exploring together. Alone, just the two of them. Which is fine, nobody else wanted to come with them. Molly is in love with the baths and he likes to lie in the hot water and nod off and then he likes to sit in the steam room and roast himself until he's crisp, and all the while he eats and drinks, little bits and pieces of whatever he finds most tasty. He calls it hedonism; Yasha calls it over-indulgence. Jester has found bees to keep and pastries to eat, and things to doodle many dicks on and she's done a lot of exploring herself, apparently, but Beau still has energy and Yasha still wants to look around so...
Here they are. It's a bit quiet, they're just walking. Yasha is making them both stop every so often so she can pick a few flowers here and there. What she's found on Io so far is different to anything she's found on any of the other islands, which doesn't entirely make sense to her but she's happy for it all the same. She's already pressed a number of blooms carefully into her little book, dog-earring pages with her thumb as she goes to remind her where she's put them.
She's shutting the book again when something in the distance off to their extreme right catches her eye.)
Beau. (She's interrupting a story or a joke or something, but hopefully Beau won't mind. She points in the direction of what she's seen: it looks like a large ring, partially hidden by trees. Only the top half is visible. She squints and stands, raising a hand to shield her eyes.)
backdated july
Here they are. It's a bit quiet, they're just walking. Yasha is making them both stop every so often so she can pick a few flowers here and there. What she's found on Io so far is different to anything she's found on any of the other islands, which doesn't entirely make sense to her but she's happy for it all the same. She's already pressed a number of blooms carefully into her little book, dog-earring pages with her thumb as she goes to remind her where she's put them.
She's shutting the book again when something in the distance off to their extreme right catches her eye.)
Beau. (She's interrupting a story or a joke or something, but hopefully Beau won't mind. She points in the direction of what she's seen: it looks like a large ring, partially hidden by trees. Only the top half is visible. She squints and stands, raising a hand to shield her eyes.)
Look.