LITTLE FOLDING OF THE HANDS // seashell collecting

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

Seapaw hadn't interacted much with the younger children of the Typhoon, time taken up between watching over his family and sleeping. Today had been a day of difference, one that found him wandering the beach. He spotted the small group of three, curiosity pushing his paws towards those gathered. Ears pricked, he listened in. Vayne? One of Aphra's then. Salem he recognized, though the one gathered with them didn't strike him as familiar.

He reached the trio and smiled, eyes falling on the creamsicle colored kitten. "Collecting seashells? If you'd like, I could go down and get you some from the deep!" he would offer, flicking his massive shark-shaped tail towards the waves as they laped at the beach. His body would slightly twitch at the idea, longing for a swim within the deep.