[At first, there's no response to the tortle's offer of help- or friendship, for that matter. They're seemingly along, adrift on the increasingly small island that was once a mountain with only the sparkling sun, and the churning waters below, as company.
Then, a voice! Not precisely out of nowhere- it's definitely coming from below them, in some manner- potentially over the edge of the cliff to Eska's left.]
A rope would be preferable, actually.
[Guess which gremlin started climbing a mountain, got turned around, and upon reaching a dead end, started climbing a mountain? A peek over the edge will reveal a very red, very displeased face staring upwards from several feet down-- it's possibly a little expectant.
AYYY CAUSE I COULDN'T STAY AWAYYY
Then, a voice! Not precisely out of nowhere- it's definitely coming from below them, in some manner- potentially over the edge of the cliff to Eska's left.]
A rope would be preferable, actually.
[Guess which gremlin started climbing a mountain, got turned around, and upon reaching a dead end, started climbing a mountain? A peek over the edge will reveal a very red, very displeased face staring upwards from several feet down-- it's possibly a little expectant.
Sup Eska lovely day we're having.]