i come in peace (pieces?)

Midas was certain he'd never feel solid earth beneath his paws again. Seriously, the swim had been long, brutal. Too brutal. Fuck, he was tired. Looking like a drowned rat and feeling worse, he drags himself to shore. Dusk was quickly fading to inky blackness, the evening humid and heavy on his chest. Shaking the sea water from his pelt, willing himself to dry off before he caught a chill. With the exhaustion in his system, it was probably reasonable to have sleep for dinner. Sleep, and then sort himself out in the morning.

There was the question of being far enough inland, too. Couldn't be swept out to sea when the tide did what it would do. After a quick roll in the grass, the young man set off. From somewhere deeper within, there's a faint blue glimmer. How curious... how strange. His head quirked to the side, moving towards the faint light at a slow trot. Taking it all in. It was strange here, and Midas was going to enjoy the hell out of learning all about it. Closing in on the standing stones, it's a long moment of study. Woah. Still, something about the way the light catches in his coat makes Midas feel exposed.

Slipping back to the shadows, he was a bit reluctant to leave the glow of the standing stones entirely. His gaze trained on the nearby undergrowth, Midas may as well find somewhere to sleep off his travels close by.