She Sells Seashells by the Seashore
01-16-2022, 05:36 PM
With a happy swing in his step Sunder trotted along beside Sparrow. He ambled this way and that as things caught his eye, but once his curiosity was sated he came right back. Occasionally this meant he came back with something, but anything he found, be it a neat rock or a piece of driftwood dying to be whittled, got stuffed into a pack that slapped noisily against his side with every step. He knew what was up with Artisan, of course, and had offered to help Sparrow look for the best seashells. "Whata we looking fo exactly? You want da big curly shells you can hear da ocean in? Or lil shiny ones, maybe? Oh, I know! Dos lil half dollas?" Those were all, as far as he was concerned, good options, but he didn't know what all Sparrow had in mind. "" |
