[ Henry's still not quite sure how he got here, but he's always been pretty good at rolling with the punches. He just hadn't expected that getting punched by a giant would roll him onto the beach of some phantom island he'd never heard of before.
But hey, the water's great, for the middle of winter! ]
A lifetime of promises and she remains here, punished for her loyalties, longing for those who will never return her affections. She knows she should stay inside, where she's protected, but when her attendants inform her that there is a new person on the island, Calypso can't help but wonder.
So she's there, standing on the shore with her russet-colored hair blowing in the sea breeze. Where is he? ]
[ Maybe that hit knocked a few screws loose, because Henry hasn't left the water yet. It's not that bad, really, and he's still hanging out in the waves when he sees a girl walk up on the beach, and he waves to her enthusiastically. ]
[ This is a very poor idea, but Calypso has never really been one for self-restraint when it comes to company. So she unknots the sarong and unwinds the fabric until she's in a modern (for him) bathing suit. With a gaze cast over her shoulder to her alcove, she sighs and hurries into the water. ]
What's your name? [ She calls when the water reaches her knees. ]
[ As soon as she comes closer, he's struck by how beautiful she is - and that's really the only word to describe her. But Henry's not one to freak out just because there's a pretty girl around, so he just smiles and chills in the water. ]
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But hey, the water's great, for the middle of winter! ]
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A lifetime of promises and she remains here, punished for her loyalties, longing for those who will never return her affections. She knows she should stay inside, where she's protected, but when her attendants inform her that there is a new person on the island, Calypso can't help but wonder.
So she's there, standing on the shore with her russet-colored hair blowing in the sea breeze. Where is he? ]
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Hey! Come on in, the water's fine!
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[ This is a very poor idea, but Calypso has never really been one for self-restraint when it comes to company. So she unknots the sarong and unwinds the fabric until she's in a modern (for him) bathing suit. With a gaze cast over her shoulder to her alcove, she sighs and hurries into the water. ]
What's your name? [ She calls when the water reaches her knees. ]
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It's Henry.