What The Tide Swept In
10-31-2015, 12:26 PM
I'M GUNNA PICK UP THE PIECES
AND BUILD A LEGO HOUSE
›if things go wrong we can knock it down‹
Walk | Talk | Think
Gale carefully hoped between the rocks of the tide pools, sticking clear of the water and trying her best not to get distracted by the colorful bits of life and small flashes of scales that she saw beneath the surface. She had a mission, she had a mission, and she was not going to let herself get distracted from it. No matter how much she wanted to dart home and grab Locha and take her here so she could see the place for herself.
Her grey-green eyes alternated between watching the rocks for footholds and glancing around her to see if anyone else had materialized there on the shoreline, but for the most part it was quiet. Maybe her timing was off. Maybe she had just missed the peak hour of activity for this location and would need to wait hours before it became lively again. It seemed plausible, though definitely not ideal. She was here now, and she needed to find this guy, the sooner, the...
...better. Her dainty lavender paws carried her to the next solid rock before stopping, and her attention was no longer divided between her feet and the shoreline. Instead her pale gaze focused solely on the individual she saw padding along the edge of the pools, on his fur in particular. Brown... That was the right color, alright. But what... Something leaped from his back as he darted forward into the water, and as Gale watched from afar she saw him emerge successful with a fish dangling from his jaws. It was shared between himself and the creature that had been riding atop his back, a cat. A brown wolf, with a cat. Did he have the green eyes too? She could not tell at a distance, but Gale intended to find out.
She started to navigate closer, picking her way carefully over the rocky tide pools, and continued to stare his way with open curiosity. What were the chances she had really just stumbled upon him like this, that she had not even had to go through any third parties to reach him? It was beyond crazy, but she could not shake the sense that she very well may have completed her task already. Feeling daring, maybe a little too certain of her victory, she called out to him, one more test to see if she was actually done with her search. "Rudolph?"
Gale carefully hoped between the rocks of the tide pools, sticking clear of the water and trying her best not to get distracted by the colorful bits of life and small flashes of scales that she saw beneath the surface. She had a mission, she had a mission, and she was not going to let herself get distracted from it. No matter how much she wanted to dart home and grab Locha and take her here so she could see the place for herself.
Her grey-green eyes alternated between watching the rocks for footholds and glancing around her to see if anyone else had materialized there on the shoreline, but for the most part it was quiet. Maybe her timing was off. Maybe she had just missed the peak hour of activity for this location and would need to wait hours before it became lively again. It seemed plausible, though definitely not ideal. She was here now, and she needed to find this guy, the sooner, the...
...better. Her dainty lavender paws carried her to the next solid rock before stopping, and her attention was no longer divided between her feet and the shoreline. Instead her pale gaze focused solely on the individual she saw padding along the edge of the pools, on his fur in particular. Brown... That was the right color, alright. But what... Something leaped from his back as he darted forward into the water, and as Gale watched from afar she saw him emerge successful with a fish dangling from his jaws. It was shared between himself and the creature that had been riding atop his back, a cat. A brown wolf, with a cat. Did he have the green eyes too? She could not tell at a distance, but Gale intended to find out.
She started to navigate closer, picking her way carefully over the rocky tide pools, and continued to stare his way with open curiosity. What were the chances she had really just stumbled upon him like this, that she had not even had to go through any third parties to reach him? It was beyond crazy, but she could not shake the sense that she very well may have completed her task already. Feeling daring, maybe a little too certain of her victory, she called out to him, one more test to see if she was actually done with her search. "Rudolph?"
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