Heave Ho, Thieves and Beggars
04-18-2018, 08:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-17-2018, 02:00 PM by Echo I.)
His soft little voice was kind of annoying actually. Glancing up at him with a sweet smile in response to his confirmation that this was indeed his home - how could it not be though, since he didn't really look like a swimmer - while she continued her stroll among the cabins. They were so shoddy looking, nothing like the buildings carved from sandstone that Echo grew up with. These things were like, half rotten. Okay, some were in fair shape but still. Circling back around, she padded over to one across from where the panda stood, marching over to the door and inspecting it. Nosing at the doorknob, she leapt back as it simply fell off. Yikes, it almost landed on her paws. Grinning up at the fuzzy critter she chuckled, "Never been a fan of the beach. Too much sand, brings back memories." Wasn't even a lie. Although the vast majority of the time she liked hanging out in Boreas' desert lands. Something about living in a mix of contentment brought by the familiarity and self-inflicted pain and nostalgia was mildly addictive. Pushing at the door, it half swung, half collapsed open. She padded int the structure without a moments hesitation, eyeing the dust-covered interior and the small array of weeds growing inside with only mild interest. She hadn't seen any tracks approaching this one, there probably wasn't anything of interest unless whoever visited it was sneaky. Glancing back to the door she called out loudly, "So are there more of you, or are you the only one of your kind hanging out in this place?" After walking up to a table that was layered in dirt and filth, Echo managed to knock a small crystal looking object off of it, shattering the thing with an accompanying, "Oops!" It was only when she spotted the halfway open back door after wandering through several unimpressive rooms that Echo's mind began to fill with mischief. Padding quietly through it, she rushed out into the grass and began to creep her way silently through towards the bend where she'd lost the worn trail. No way was there a frequently visited spot that would go unexplored by the shadowy woman. Walk. "Speak!" "Think." |