08-26-2018, 09:07 AM
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As it so happened, the fae wouldn't have been the only one with a midmorning ritual centred around the beach. For all that Rialto very much liked not to melt, which meant he wisely didn't have any inclination to sunbathe, whenever his materials stock ran thin there was only one place to get them free of charge.
The vampire was huddled down at a corner of the coastal edge with a bucket next to him, plucking shells from amid gritty dirty sand, and his sleeves would be rolled up to the elbow if it weren't for his aforementioned burning in the sun affliction. For once, Rialto's garments shielding him from its rays weren't entirely meant to be a joke; a sunhat left his face in shadow, the band a fraying rope twisted into ribbons as Rialto did nothing half-assed. No one call him out on his lie. Fine, nothing artsy.
He had the bottom third of the container filled with a variety of little chips he'd gathered, smooth and sharp alike with few whole shells in between, and was just standing up and stretching when his ears caught a thud. When Rialto focused, he could even hear the scruff of fingers through fur, every grind of the grains underfoot, water coalescing through the sand - he filtered it as noise with nonchalance, not too entirely concerned, but when clear blue eyes fixed on the scene they brightened. It didn't take even a second for him to shove a gloved hand into his pockets, searching around yet again for anything, except this time Rialto drew out only a blood-infused apple, which he eyed with no little dismay. Did he have anything to bribe a big wolf with? Maybe he should sacrifice himself as a human stick.
Tossing and catching the apple, resigned to just eating it himself in the end, Rialto drew near with an unbridled laugh and his yellow shell bucket hooked over a thin elbow, the soles of his damp flip flops carving shallow imprints with every step. 'How long have you been travelling together?' he asked, arm holding the apple dropping down to his side.
The vampire was huddled down at a corner of the coastal edge with a bucket next to him, plucking shells from amid gritty dirty sand, and his sleeves would be rolled up to the elbow if it weren't for his aforementioned burning in the sun affliction. For once, Rialto's garments shielding him from its rays weren't entirely meant to be a joke; a sunhat left his face in shadow, the band a fraying rope twisted into ribbons as Rialto did nothing half-assed. No one call him out on his lie. Fine, nothing artsy.
He had the bottom third of the container filled with a variety of little chips he'd gathered, smooth and sharp alike with few whole shells in between, and was just standing up and stretching when his ears caught a thud. When Rialto focused, he could even hear the scruff of fingers through fur, every grind of the grains underfoot, water coalescing through the sand - he filtered it as noise with nonchalance, not too entirely concerned, but when clear blue eyes fixed on the scene they brightened. It didn't take even a second for him to shove a gloved hand into his pockets, searching around yet again for anything, except this time Rialto drew out only a blood-infused apple, which he eyed with no little dismay. Did he have anything to bribe a big wolf with? Maybe he should sacrifice himself as a human stick.
Tossing and catching the apple, resigned to just eating it himself in the end, Rialto drew near with an unbridled laugh and his yellow shell bucket hooked over a thin elbow, the soles of his damp flip flops carving shallow imprints with every step. 'How long have you been travelling together?' he asked, arm holding the apple dropping down to his side.