It was morning, early morning, somewhere around 7. Too early for many, but for Flicker, it was honestly pretty normal — historically, anyway. Her recent ventures to the Grey Raven had been... skewing her schedule, so-to-speak. Either way, she was here at this time out of necessity, because the longer she waited, the fewer coins would still be available to find. Already, a few beach combers were scouting the area. Being a pirate island, Manta Carlos truthfully always had some coins washing up, but the most valuable loot from the night tides would surely be swiped by noon.
Flicker didn't care much for it, but Jessie did, and she wanted him to stick around.
The selkie leaned against a wooden fence post, waiting by a boardwalk that led down to the coastline. Jessie should, theoretically, arrive any time, since they'd planned for 7. As she waited, she looked out over the beach as it stretched before her. Rosey morning light glittered over the pale gold-tinged sands, and a few metallic flickers caught her eye from afar. She left them, for now, because no combers were approaching them any time soon. But if Jessie didn't come soon, she'd go and fetch them herself, just to make sure the loot didn't sink into the sand.
@Bloos
Flicker didn't care much for it, but Jessie did, and she wanted him to stick around.
The selkie leaned against a wooden fence post, waiting by a boardwalk that led down to the coastline. Jessie should, theoretically, arrive any time, since they'd planned for 7. As she waited, she looked out over the beach as it stretched before her. Rosey morning light glittered over the pale gold-tinged sands, and a few metallic flickers caught her eye from afar. She left them, for now, because no combers were approaching them any time soon. But if Jessie didn't come soon, she'd go and fetch them herself, just to make sure the loot didn't sink into the sand.
@Bloos
