nerdfuck
The Magnificant
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2014
Their little island of KaKuta didn't get much as far as tourism went. There really wasn't anything worth touring there. They had a number of old buildings and houses, some old rusty shops, a large farm that was slowly decaying and other than there was nothing but woods as far as the eye could see. Sure, they had a small beach with a port, but a ship came so rarely... they never had visitors, after all. Not until recently anyway. Word had traveled like wildfire that the deed to the old farm had reached the hands of its new owner and said owner purchased a ticket to their little island. Would they be staying, everyone wondered? What would he be like? Was he married, the women wondered? No one thought for even a moment that the new farmer might actually be a woman..
Lyla was no different than the others, she had done her fair share of gossiping about the new farmer as well. It was exciting to know someone new would be coming to the island, even if they weren't staying. The day of the new arrival the whole small town was abuzz with excitement and the town did well to show its ass off. The resident police man came to visit with her, along with an old lady who needed help walking but just wanted a look at her, to talk to her. Her name was Able.
Next she got a visit from a man who would be managing shipments from the farm whenever it was productive again. That was at least relevant to the farm. And just when she thought all of the guests had stopped, came Lyla. Lyla was one of the younger people on the island. She stood at only five foot two, dark black curly hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was darkly tanned from time in the sun. She wore a pair of dusty jeans and a red tank top that meshed well with her dark features. As Lyla approached it became clear she had a bag in her hand. What was in it was yet to be determined..
Once Lyla reached the farm house she paused and glanced around. "Helllo!" She called out loudly, trying to tempt the farmer from wherever she might be.
Lyla was no different than the others, she had done her fair share of gossiping about the new farmer as well. It was exciting to know someone new would be coming to the island, even if they weren't staying. The day of the new arrival the whole small town was abuzz with excitement and the town did well to show its ass off. The resident police man came to visit with her, along with an old lady who needed help walking but just wanted a look at her, to talk to her. Her name was Able.
Next she got a visit from a man who would be managing shipments from the farm whenever it was productive again. That was at least relevant to the farm. And just when she thought all of the guests had stopped, came Lyla. Lyla was one of the younger people on the island. She stood at only five foot two, dark black curly hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was darkly tanned from time in the sun. She wore a pair of dusty jeans and a red tank top that meshed well with her dark features. As Lyla approached it became clear she had a bag in her hand. What was in it was yet to be determined..
Once Lyla reached the farm house she paused and glanced around. "Helllo!" She called out loudly, trying to tempt the farmer from wherever she might be.