9/19/2025, 2:34 PM
As if the conch was a star that'd fallen from the heavens, Lorroakan examined it with wide-eyed awe. A sand-caked paw cradled the shell, the surface smooth beneath his fingertips. Soft blush in color, if only a little weathered from its life spend buried beneath the sand; it's the most beautiful gift he'd ever received!
He cradled it was if it was something precious. And to him, it is. He couldn't remember a time anyone in his life — past or present — had given him such a trinket. A treasure. Perhaps to others it's a simple thing. But to him, it meant the world. It made his heart feel full and warm and—
Maybe a little sad, because it reminds him of something he cannot name or remember. An aching feeling that feels as old as time, but hurts just like a fresh wound. He liked to imagine that whatever his past was, that he had a trove of shells just like this.
While he's scheming on this shell joining them for the rest of their adventures, Richter prods at the seaweed Roa had fetched from the shallows. He turned with a smile, his damp tail swishing in the sand.
Lorroakan rose to his clumsy feet, swooped head down to gently take the lip of the conch's shell into his teeth. He trotted over to the swaying grasses that bordered the sand, placed it down reverently, made a mental note of where it was so he could collect it again when they depart.
He cradled it was if it was something precious. And to him, it is. He couldn't remember a time anyone in his life — past or present — had given him such a trinket. A treasure. Perhaps to others it's a simple thing. But to him, it meant the world. It made his heart feel full and warm and—
Maybe a little sad, because it reminds him of something he cannot name or remember. An aching feeling that feels as old as time, but hurts just like a fresh wound. He liked to imagine that whatever his past was, that he had a trove of shells just like this.
While he's scheming on this shell joining them for the rest of their adventures, Richter prods at the seaweed Roa had fetched from the shallows. He turned with a smile, his damp tail swishing in the sand.
It's seaweed! It's good for your heart, if I remember correctly. Has loads of vitamins and minerals.He rambled. Then, his smile curled playfully.
It tastes terrible, but it is good for you.
Lorroakan rose to his clumsy feet, swooped head down to gently take the lip of the conch's shell into his teeth. He trotted over to the swaying grasses that bordered the sand, placed it down reverently, made a mental note of where it was so he could collect it again when they depart.
Hey, Richter? Have you ever fished before?
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