Snippet #2404566

Shayla had been laying out underneath a bit of shade near Pathos, fanning herself. Despite being out here for a while, her tan skin did not redden in the slightest. She -had- heard what Pathos was complaining about, but completely ignored it. He had been complaining about that particular subject since they arrived here. "I can do almost anything you ask for-- Except leave you. I have an obligation to protect you since you released me, ya know."

Shayla raised a white brow, opening one eye-lid to gaze down the beach. "No. Must be the natives." She yawned, stretched and stood up, brushing the sand off of her skin. It was unlikely that the objects in the distance would be a threat, but just in case.

With her hands stretched behind her head, she walked over to Pathos. Suddenly, he would feel something catch onto his pole-- and it felt rather large.