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While it took him a moment to comprehend the impressive patterns in the sand, Salem recognized Kian immediately -- for his connection to Keona, in particular. Despite knowing about Kian's lighthearted and friendly demeanor, the wildcat often felt at loss with how to approach him. The status of Keona's father simply carried an unintentional weight with it.
Reluctant to be caught staring however, the small feline padded over, dark eyes tracing the sand in wonder. Summer possessed a similar talent; carving shapes and pictures into the sand -- he could not help but be impressed, certain if he attempted something similar, he would ruin the outline halfway through. "That looks amazing," he praised, ears folded back sheepishly against his quiet voice.
Ducking his head, Salem continued, shifting his weight to and from each paw. "How are you...?" Kian? Sir? Traveling between the Typhoon and Pitt no doubt took time and effort, although the other didn't seem particularly tired to him.
♦ | SALEM
Wrapped in steady green vines, dark paws treaded lightly over the sand. The kodkod found it difficult not to enjoy the ocean; more so with the connections it held to both his best friend and his sister, wherever the latter had wandered off to. Consequently, Salem spent a good portion of free time silently wandering the shore, breathing in the familiar salt air.While it took him a moment to comprehend the impressive patterns in the sand, Salem recognized Kian immediately -- for his connection to Keona, in particular. Despite knowing about Kian's lighthearted and friendly demeanor, the wildcat often felt at loss with how to approach him. The status of Keona's father simply carried an unintentional weight with it.
Reluctant to be caught staring however, the small feline padded over, dark eyes tracing the sand in wonder. Summer possessed a similar talent; carving shapes and pictures into the sand -- he could not help but be impressed, certain if he attempted something similar, he would ruin the outline halfway through. "That looks amazing," he praised, ears folded back sheepishly against his quiet voice.
Ducking his head, Salem continued, shifting his weight to and from each paw. "How are you...?" Kian? Sir? Traveling between the Typhoon and Pitt no doubt took time and effort, although the other didn't seem particularly tired to him.
I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat ♦ salem / faemor / crewmate
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[ salem | crewmate of the typhoon | information and tags] | penned by lamby [color=#5f354e]]
[ salem | crewmate of the typhoon | information and tags] | penned by lamby [color=#5f354e]]