baby’s first sand

Araneae watches as Wylan clambers to his feet, bewildered by his complete nonchalance at being covered in wet sand. scarcely able to bear it, they stand there in complete dismay and slowly lift each foot, giving a furious shake. who even invented beaches? why couldn’t they just have the water without the sand? they perk up at Wylan’s sudden epiphany, tracking him with big hopeful eyes. as long as he could get them clean, they’d probably follow him anywhere right about now. “where are we going? where haven’t i been??” despite their confusion, they’re all too eager to follow Wylan’s lead, scrambling after him as he takes off across the beach. “okay, okay - coming!”

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