Dance on the Shimmering Sands [Amos]

His face scrunched up in an expression of pure disgust. Diggin' around with your tongue sounded… pretty horrible, really. Especially in sand. That just sounded painful. But, maybe clams had really tough tongues? Weeeird. Now he really needed to find one of the silly things so he could inspect it for himself and figure out why it wanted to dig around with it's face.

The wooden thing was slowly taking shape, turning into something unlike any log Amos had ever laid eyes on. Metal glinted under the layer of wet sand that still stubbornly clung to much of it. Messy as he was, Amos didn't mind getting dirtier, so he took to sweeping it off more with his tail, revealing more details on the mystery object a little at a time. A dark ear tipped towards Aurielle as he heard the sad little sound. He didn't get to see her initial expression, but sensed the disturbance nevertheless. Watching as she carried something shiny to the water to clean it before returning and laying it on the sand, Amos hopped out of the deep trench they were digging to go investigate the find.

"Hey, that's pretty cool," he mused in a soft tone, before sticking his snout right into the damp sand, lifting his head and pulling the chain of the necklace over his head in the process. Looking at her with his sand-covered face, the man beamed, striking a comical pose and asking, "How do I look?"