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(Donoma)

I looked around a bit skittishly as I heard scuttling.

"I'm Donoma. Yea, that is too loud to be a bird."

My mind went to httyd as I thought about the island part because I'd been obsessed with it lately.

'Don't be silly,' I thought to myself, 'it doesn't actually exist.'

"Looking for help sounds like a good idea." I stated.

(I'm wearing ash gray boots, dark brown leggings with a green skirt, and a tan very-short-sleeved shirt, all at least damp. My hair's pulled back in a loose, low-hanging viking-style-holder pony-tail, my hair's light brown, dark brown eyes, and kind of oval shaped face, I think. )

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