Miya
She sat in one of the underground caves that the people of the island used as shelters during storms. Fortunately the caves were located in the cliffs of one of the few mountains so there would be no worry of flooding. In one hand she held a small dagger and the other a piece of wood she was whittling away as she listened to the storm blowing outside. She wasn't good at whittling but it did give her something to do as she sat there.
