Extraordinarily bored of waiting, Shiva leaned back on the beach without a care for the dirty staining her garments and stared up at the dying sun as she popped a cherry into her mouth. Immediately afterwards, she spit it out onto the rocky sand. "That's absolutely disgusting," she grumbled as she hacked and coughed as the taste leaked across her tongue, down her throat, and into her stomach. "I'm sick of waiting for people, can we just pirate or kill then pirate them all and call it a day?" Shiva asked loudly and rhetorically to the quite literally nonexistent crowd around her. The island was empty aside from several mystical monsters, which she quite approved of. Oh, and Jack. And his sister Avantika. They were also somewhere on the Shadow Island, but she had to admit she wasn't sure exactly where. Shiva had just popped in as per their previous agreement, and she had to admit this set up was pretty cool.
The Shadow Isles were honestly a great place to stay. Freedom and independence were the main concerns of most of the denizens of this island, and there were little human residents to the point where she could avoid them altogether if it so pleased her. Shiva rubbed her fingers in the sand as she mumbled to Aegir through their mental link and sat up slightly. Responding in kind, the orca dropped to the beach from where he had been hovering over her shoulder and slowly shrunk down until he was barely the size of a fifth of his ordinary mass. Aegir curled his lower body and tail around the back of her neck. Pulling her sun hat off of her head, Shiva playfully placed it on Aegir's own noggin before she telepathically sent him a sleepy thank you, 'for being her temporary sleep cushion.' Then she leaned back onto him and fell asleep. If some murderous or frightened people arrived, she assumed she would hear them. Or be awoken in some way or another. If not, well, guess she would die.
Today, Shiva had dressed particularly casually because Aegir had lauded the importance of "looking cute," which was a stupid thing for him to say as a currently bright red and white orca who always was adorable, but. Such was the advantage animals had over humans. Now, as she was sleeping soundly, Shiva appeared to be something of a common beach goer, with blue shorts and a thick grey belt paired on the top with a flowy, summery half dress in white and gradient blue. The small red stripes across her bodice and the hem of her off the shoulder sleeves were reminiscent details of the sailors she had killed a while ago in the past. Shiva had no idea if people still considered this color set nautical, but, well, she had tried her best to evoke that feeling. Red tinted sunglasses completed the look, and now as she lay on the beach with her eyes closed, she appeared to be a regular girl suntanning. Well, suntanning in the dim sun of the Shadow Isles, with random mythical monsters roaming about nearby. Since Shiva was so pale at the moment, perhaps it made sense that if she always tried to tan herself here, her attempts to naturally attain a darker skin tone would be utterly useless.
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