20th of Winter, 517 AV
Evie wanted nothing more than to curl up in the warm sand and nap in the gentle breeze. She was exhausted from her trip to Syka and then hauling all of her gear up onto the beach; but she knew she needed to speak to someone in charge as soon as possible to get herself settled in.
The beach was hot, and the linen clothes she'd worn comfortably on the trip there were beginning to feel more and more oppressive. Stripping down and gleefully kicking off her boots, Nieve tossed her clothes with the rest of her gear, wriggling her toes in the sand. With a shimmer of light, she shifted into her yowlwing form and took off at a bound down the beach, not overly worried about her things in such a small settlement.
She spread her wings wide, letting her flight feathers trail in the sand as she trotted along, enjoying the air that swept up under them, cooling her slightly. The waves of the ocean washed up along the shore to her left, just barely brushing her paws and keeping them cool and damp on the hot, dry sand. Contrary to one might thing due to her nature, she quite liked water; perhaps it was because yowlwings were native to Riverfall, but either way the ocean's waves were welcome.
She passed a few people as she walked, and some of them cast her curious glances but didn't do much else, while the rest didn't even look at her. It occurred to Nieve suddenly that perhaps she should stop and ask someone who exactly she was looking for. Perhaps it would have been easier for her to arrive on the Veronica, the ship she'd heard mention of that traveled between Riverfall and Syka mostly for trading purposes; but she had been impatient and didn't want to wait around for it or risk not being able to get passage.
Continuing along, she finally spotted someone else. Shifting back into her human form, Nieve rolled her shoulders before trotting over to the man she had spotted, her two-legged lope not dissimilar to that of her four-legged one.
The man who she approached paused to look at her, not seeming to bat an eye in the slightest at her nudity, which pleased Evie to no end; it was good to know she wouldn't be chastised for running around without her clothes on.
"Hello," she greeted, bright green eyes giving him a cursory glance over. He was relatively young with dark, shaggy hair and tanned skin, a bit of stubble lining his jaw.
Waiting a beat for him to return her greeting, Nieve began to speak, rocking back and forth on her heels not out of nervousness, but rather because she enjoyed the feeling of sand sticking to the soles of her damp feet.
"I'm new to Syka." That part was probably pointless to mention, since judging by what she'd seen so far everyone probably knew and recognized each other. "I'd like to stay. Please." Belatedly remembering her manners, she stuck out a hand. "My name is Nieve."
She hoped she wouldn't be turned down; she had no idea where she'd go, if so. Would anybody looking to settle on the island even really be turned down? Surely they could use all the people they could get, not only for population but for useful hands. Nobody was totally useless. So busy was she pondering these things, Evie almost missed whatever it was the man had to say to her.
Her pale eyes snapped back up to his face as she pulled her attention back to the task at hand, meeting his gaze; her pupils were merely thin, dark slits thank to all the bright sunlight. She didn't blink, her eyes the only part of her that seemed to remain perfectly still.