zephyr
Oh, great. The 'Biter.
You've just gotten to the sand-and-shape part of your carving when the giant-ass shadow passes over the sand, causing you to look up, squinting. "Y'are," you reply flatly, but there's a sort of gruff resignation rather than any real bite in your tone. Nothing like a week at sea to sand off the edges of ones dislike for another human being.
Or sharpen them significantly. It's very case by case.
Holding up the barely-molded tooth for him to see, you shrug. "Makin' a Ludo. Somethin' people do this time'a year." The thing is roughly oblong, a shape that should easily form a mask (if you can fucking work in peace). You turn back to your work, rounding out one side. "How's it feel, bein' back on dry land?"
You've just gotten to the sand-and-shape part of your carving when the giant-ass shadow passes over the sand, causing you to look up, squinting. "Y'are," you reply flatly, but there's a sort of gruff resignation rather than any real bite in your tone. Nothing like a week at sea to sand off the edges of ones dislike for another human being.
Or sharpen them significantly. It's very case by case.
Holding up the barely-molded tooth for him to see, you shrug. "Makin' a Ludo. Somethin' people do this time'a year." The thing is roughly oblong, a shape that should easily form a mask (if you can fucking work in peace). You turn back to your work, rounding out one side. "How's it feel, bein' back on dry land?"
give your heart to a wanderer
who found your soul and called it home
who found your soul and called it home
