Babydoll had decided to go find something to do. Who knows how long she’s been on this island, and not a single exciting thing has happened yet. She heard singing, and she decided she better follow it just out of curiosity. Perhaps she could make a new friend. She stopped a few yards away from the girl; who knows if she was dangerous or not. “Hello?” She called out.
Fauna whipped around, her face covered in mud and swirling warpaint. “Oh. Hullo,” she said, giving a slight wave. She cocked her head. “Do I know you?” she asked, drifting over to her.
“Hi.” She replied as she held her arms across her body and close to her. “Er, I don’t think so? You can call me Babydoll.” She tried to get a good look at the girls face behind all that paint and mud, but there was no use.