Malia.
I stood at the top of the stairs in a pale white tunic that went down to my knees and made my tanned skin which smelt of various scented oils and still glistened lightly from the damp air stand out. My hair had dried and around my throat hung a silver anchor pendant that I toyed with, unable to meet the eyes of those who stood at the foot of the staircase looking up at me both in worry and anticipation. Ryker’s face was still bruised but apart from that he seemed to have recovered much quicker than he previously had. Joe sat perched on his shoulder, ready to return home after having spent hours exploring the many rooms and corridors of the Coliseum. Malik stood near Ryker with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black trousers while Aurella carelessly lounged in one of the ch
