Making Sea Shells by the Seashore
11-22-2015, 11:08 PM
Esarosa could see the discomfort written all over his expression. Why was it so amusing to her? She just knew it would be easy to bug him. She perked curiously as he stated that he, too, was a traveler, though he didn't seem too thrilled to be sharing the information. Still, he mentioned where he'd come from and how he'd ended up here. For a moment her thoughts drifted as he mentioned the sand bridge. Could that be the same thing, the land bridge, that Val had been telling her about? The man... no, the woman, had promised to show her it one day, to go to the Southern continent. But then, if he was from the north, he must have crossed some other bridge, it couldn't be the same thing. She shook her head, tossing aside the thoughts for now and trying to focus on the current scenario. She saw his awkward facials when she teased him, pointing out his manners in a joking way. He apologized quietly in his own way, and Esa merely wagged her tail in response, blinking emerald green eyes. At last, he would offer his name. Steel. She would instantly record it within her memory. If things went well today, she was sure she'd want to remember him. "Glad to meet you Steel," she said, "I think we've met on an interesting day." She would raise one brow but say no more, hoping to leave him wondering. Without any other words, just an intriguing gaze, he would finally bend toward the meal offered to him and give it a try. She watched as his jaws cracked open the shell and he tore pieces of it away to get to the juicy meat inside. She was trying to gauge his reaction, but his expression was once again difficult to read. The only thing that was obvious was his hunger, as he dug into the crab faster once he'd gotten a taste. Esa was satisfied - she knew the best way to acquire a taste for something was to eat when you were starving. At this rate, she figured she ought to find more. "You go ahead and enjoy that, I'll be right back," she said as she crouched down to where he was eating. Standing back up, she would dash away over the sand and rocks, her paws carrying her closer to the water again. Once more, she would find a bubbling stream rising up from the sand just below the surface of sea water, and her paws would get to work busily digging up the clam. She crunched the hard shell, then pounced onto the next bubble stream, quickly digging through the sand to yank up another clam. With two in her jaws, she returned to where she'd left Steel and dropped the strange, shelled creatures. With her nose, she pointed to the remains of the crab. "That there's a crab," she informed him, then aimed her nose at the crunched shells of the clams she'd rustled up, "These are clams. A little different, but all sea creatures share a similar flavor." She'd lift an ebony paw and nudge one of the clams toward him. Why was she being so generous? She supposed she was just a little excited to share with someone who'd never tried this oceany cuisine before. |