[REQUEST]

Ross sat on the island, drawing small cats and such on the hot sand with his finger. He blowed some of the hair out of his face, being a little bored. All he had was Gods to talk to.. and invisible servants. But he didn’t really care to talk to them too much. He’d think of himself alone, on the island named Ogyia.

But you washed up on the island. Your memory was a little fuzzy, but not fuzzy enough to allow you to comprehend that this wasn’t where you were before.

“Hey…?”

Ross asked, standing up and titling his head at you soaked body. He kneeled down, and picked up your head to look at you.

“Who are you..?”

Ross asked, trying to hide his excitement. He’d never had company except the Gods, and they were a very interesting bunch. But you! You were new, washed up randomly onto shore.

He didn’t even know who you were, but he wanted you to stay on the island with him, you’d probably make good company!