[Myia, for her efforts, doesn't find much of worth. See, in her eyes, the worth of a thing is directly proportional to its shininess, so there's not much island supply that would catch her compound eyes.
She picks up the bag and chucks it as far as she can rather than leave it where it is. She's annoyed, okay.
She glances around her, still not noticing her audience, but the owner of the bag may come back. She pulls out a golden jambiya knife, though she leaves it in its sheath in a rare effort to hold back.]
YES
She picks up the bag and chucks it as far as she can rather than leave it where it is. She's annoyed, okay.
She glances around her, still not noticing her audience, but the owner of the bag may come back. She pulls out a golden jambiya knife, though she leaves it in its sheath in a rare effort to hold back.]