Mama's call drags Jamie from the thick tomb she'd been (attempting) to read, unwilling to admit the language was a little outside her age range. whatever, one day she'll be reading words so long it'll take several beats just to pronounce them! the prospect of a lesson is much more exciting anyway, so the girl sets the text aside and heads to the beach, stepping a little tentatively across the black sand. she's still not entirely used to the strange sensation of tiny particles slipping beneath her feet, and rather dislikes the way they catch under her nails. arriving at what she imagines to be a rather dignified trot, Jamie nods to both Sel and Odette, settling beside them with a dainty little plop. her vigorously waving tail betrays her excitement, however, kicking up sprays of sand as she gazes up at Ignita.
