Shifting between both sides of the sand strip, Clove was finding all sorts of interesting things. A multicolored shell, one that looked like a creature might have inhabited it once, caught her eye. Inspecting it for a while, sticking a claw inside to see how deep it was, and setting it aside as the start of a treasure pile, she moved onto the next thing. A really smooth rock, white in color, that had been eroded from the ocean’s current and eventually washed up on the shore. It almost felt soft to the touch, even though it was a stone. Maybe she could add it to her lizard cage back home? Or give it to her mom? The idea brought a smile to her face, and she added it to her pile. What next? Whirling around to look for more treasures, she was caught completely off guard by the next thing she saw.
A boy. And a handsome one at that.
He seemingly appeared out of thin air- a boy around her age, swathed in a deep blue coat that was speckled with lighter spots. As if he resembled the nighttime sky that enveloped the starlit plains on a warm, summer night. And his body, oh, it was muscular and toned- valleys and peaks forming beneath his pelt as he sauntered along. Her heart picked up in her chest, face becaming warm as he approached her. A tickling feeling sparking inside of her belly, the tip of her tail flicking nervously. She’d never felt like this before. Hormones running wild inside of her, as she fought back the urge to sheepishly smile and turn her eyes away. Why were boys so freaking cute to her now?
“Oh, hello.” She said, an initial response to his good morning. But what came out of his maw next, completely caught her off guard. Beautiful sirens of the sea? She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she picked up on the word beautiful. He thought she was pretty? Little ole her? The warmth in her face amplified, bursting through her white cheeks. She’d never been called beautiful by a boy before.
Dipping down and introducing himself in what she perceived to be some kind of royal greeting, Clove couldn’t help but look away for a moment- bashfulness overcoming her features, as she pulled her gaze back and peered at him through her thick lashes. “Clove Carpathius.” She said, raising a paw towards him, wanting him to rise back up. “And I’m no siren- a princess, yes, but not a siren.” She smiled a bit, trying to be coy with him. Did he already know she was the daughter of a king? Was that why he bowed?
Waiting for him to straighten back up, she continued on, wanting to keep the conversation going. “What brings you here? Well, besides siren hunting.” Another coy remark, as she raised a brow at him. For some reason, she wanted to keep bantering with him, because it made her belly feel light and airy. Was this called flirting? She didn’t even know.
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