no one really knows what the ocean hides
but you and I, bird, we’re gonna find out
Father is on the boy’s skin, but the scent is faint and so very new. The uncertainty of the boy’s arrival has lured and captured Reia’s attention, enough so that she follows him from a distance. Much like her parents, she exhibits predatory instincts – stalking prey, for one – that easily enough steer her in the correct direction even when the cremello disappears beyond hills and rocky outposts. Occasionally, she permits an extensive wait before resuming her pursuit as to not seem obvious.
Unfortunately, when he reaches the beach, Reia knows the hunt has nearly ended.
He dips his lower legs into the cool tide, letting the water encompass him while he contemplatively looks around. Still curious, she tucks herself behind some rocks and a cactus to further examine him and how the sunlight seemingly soaks into his skin, painting him beautifully with the reflective water contrasted behind him.
He has been wandering Loess, and determining he has already been met by father, the girl slips out from her cover with the assumption that he already lives here – that he will be among them from now until whenever he decides otherwise.
Finally, someone her age.
With a mild acceptance that he is one of them, she spares an aggressive greeting. ”Hello,” she forces herself to say, smiling with jagged teeth that catch the receding sunlight as she continues edging closer, stopping at the shoreline. ”I’m Reia. Who are you?” This, admittedly, is already he most mature and well-handled conversation. Most others have warranted bites, nips, blood, and scornful words. Conversation hasn’t been a forte thus far in life. Being well-spoken has fallen far down her list of priorities, taking more kindly toward hunting and stalking.
and I'll be next to you when the lights go out
@[Pteron]