[Natasha comes into focus almost immediately. She's not eating, currently. She's perched at the prow of a ship, the starry night sky and rolling sea behind her and the coastline further on.
The wind plays with her hair, tugging it out of her braids.]
Not quite yet. I should go in and grab some soon.
[It's easier to lose track of time sailing than it would have been walking. Not that she's above helping out some but... sailing isn't among her many and storied skills.]
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The wind plays with her hair, tugging it out of her braids.]
Not quite yet. I should go in and grab some soon.
[It's easier to lose track of time sailing than it would have been walking. Not that she's above helping out some but... sailing isn't among her many and storied skills.]
How's the walk going?—is that a chicken?