[ eternal youth ] - open; dream

[daniel]

He almost had not heard Diya, swaying gently back and forth with his rock from fatigue, perhaps even gradually dozing off already while he sat there. It was rude to fall asleep when being spoken to, the idea alone waking him up more than his track down the beach had done. He looked up from the stone and pool of stars, nodding in confirmation. ”Yes, ma’am.”

He felt inclined to be as polite as possible, shuffling his dark paws shyly, which in itself was a pretty visible reason for the manners, which in itself felt foreign considering the place felt so laid back. Then again, he was both talking to a respected member of pirate society and the adoptive mother of the girl he’d been trying to impress.

”I think I want, um...maybe to collect them? Vayne made it look fun...” With shells, that was. Not rocks. She kinda looked like some of those shells, like the one he found when they met, but did he look like a rock? The stone was immediately inspected and compared to his fur, it was dark, but not enough. Maybe he could find a black rock around here somewhere.

Danny blinked and rubbed his brown eyes with the back of one of those paws, understanding even in his tired state that the sand he’d collected in his fur did not mix with eyes that well. His head tilted at the rocks around the officer’s neck, like the little gears in his skull were turning. Then he sat up straight. ”That was in my dream! Th-the, the...the thing-” He couldn’t remember the word in his combination of excitement and anxiety, pointing to the necklace around Diya’s neck and tapping his own chest, hoping if he couldn’t articulate properly, he could at least try another way to get his thought out. ”What is it?”

[glow=black,2,300]— ❤ —[/glow]