Private Finished Sandcastles and Sea Monsters

Nessie had decided to take an early-morning swim. She'd arrived at the beach wrapped in a blue cover-up over her white bikini, and a large bag of art supplies for capturing the sunrise. The water was cool, since the sun wasn't quite up yet, and a few small fish skittered away from her as she started to wade into the shallows. As she got further out, she let her glamour drop, the large lake-monster rising from the sea before ducking her head under the water and wandering deeper. Salt water wasn't her favorite, but the creatures that lived here in the ocean were fascinating and full of color. Nessie danced in the water for a while before heading back to the shallows and donning her glamour once again to appear human before she finally emerged from the sea.

The sun was coming up by now. Nessie trotted across the sand, her wet hair hanging straight and dark red down her back. She shook off some water and settled onto her beach towel, legs stretched in front of her while she pulled a small canvas into her lap and started to mix some paints together on a pallet while the sun's rays stretched across the ocean and onto the sand, warming her pale skin.

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Nessie worked quickly to capture the fading beauty of the sunrise before the sun got too high in the sky and took away the lovely purple and orange hues that sunrises usually came with. Her brush moved with rapid precision across the small canvas. She held a couple of different sized brushes in her other hand, switching between them to use different colors or styles as she saw fit.

A movement out of the corner of her eye distracted her as she was working on the finishing touches, gentle purple and pink strokes in small places to capture the last of the details. Nessie turned her head and regarded the black cat that was slowly pacing towards her. With a smile, she reached her slender fingers out and offered her hand to the cat to let it scent her. She tended to be a cat person; she'd had quite a few pet cats during her lifetime. They were quiet yet loyal companions.​

He wasn't a very friendly cat, Nessie assumed he was a stray or something because of how hesitant he was to get close to her. She withdrew her hand after letting him scent her, wondering if it was hungry or something. She didn't really have anything that a cat would be interested in, just a few protein bars and a bottle of water that she'd brought with her in her bag in case she'd gotten hungry.

She blinked as he suddenly spoke to her. Okay...so not a normal cat. Nessie scrambled a little. Sketchpad, sketchpad... she dug in her bag for it, finding it and a pencil to write with. Once she'd found what she was looking for, she wrote Hello, hoping that this talking cat could also read.​

Nessie looked on with curiosity as he shifted into a more human-like form to speak with her. Okay, so definitely not a normal cat. With as old as she was, though, it didn't really surprise her to see cats turn into people or people turn into animals or....pretty much anything magical or unusual at all. She'd seen most of it, nothing surprised her anymore on this island.

Seems nervous, she thought to herself. He was thin, too. She supposed that she could share her food with him now that he had a human form and could digest things properly. She offered him a protein bar, taking it from her bag and holding it out for him to take. With her other hand, she wrote It's okay, I was almost done anyways. She then held up the painting to show him what she'd been working on.​

She flipped to a new page as he introduced himself and wrote Nessie in blocky lettering. She'd been experimenting with calligraphy lately, so her style of writing was constantly changing to whatever she felt like at the time. She smiled and nodded gratefully at his compliments on her artwork...she took pride in what she could do with a brush, or any kind of art-making utensil.

So he'd just gotten to the island? Nessie had been here quite a long time...she could hardly remember the first time she came here and settled into her new home, it seemed like such a distant memory now. She wondered how his transition was going, or how much he knew already about the world around him. Under her name she wrote Like it? and drew a little island with a palm tree to indicate what she was talking about. Did he like the island?​