Free fallin.

When it comes to wandering, Davey is no stranger. Really, no stranger at all. Exploring and getting to know the lay of the land, it's fun. Pure, unadulterated fun. There's a recklessness that follows the boy, hangs close to his shoulders, wraps around every inch of him. Wearing the chaos like a crown, especially as he throws himself into the sea. He'd conquer each of the islands, all of them, and enjoy it the entire way down. Warm summer days were par for the course around here, and there's no better way to spend them.

Throwing himself into the sea with gusto, and paddling the short distance to the archipelago his family had called home in the days before him. There were still remnants of the Raider occupation, things that were too secure or too permanent to bring along. Things that made him feel safer, even if he was a bit far from home. Dancing over the loose sands, and searching for anything that would make the day even better.

As he dives through the underbrush, a flock of doves rises. They were annoyed by the boisterous boy, but really, they just look like fun. Racing after the birds as he explores-- he's fast. Not fast enough to actually catch them in flight, but fast enough to give them a run for their money. A massive grin splitting his narrow face, he's living his best life. As the tide comes in around him, the boy races toward the water, splashing down the beach with reckless abandon. Sea glass and shells scattered the beach, and Davey is quick to pick up the biggest one he can find.

Soaked to the bone and vibing with the sun on his back, Davey realizes he's not so alone out here. "Hey!" He calls to the woman from a distance, tail wagging hard enough to wag the whole dog. "Look what I found!" Showing off his shell with a grin, excited about his find.

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