Seaside

[Oki W. Nanda]

The small woman sang softly as the foaming tide rolled in around her. She had settled here long hours ago after a successful hunt for trinkets, charms and meals. There was only so much she could preserve or save, the bones made fun decorations for her little shelter. She was tired of the smell of fish, however. Paddle suggested they move into a building in one territory or another. She politely pretended to not hear him.

A slow smile crossed her scar darkened face, she was happiest by the sea. It reminded her of better times, better years. It was heartbreaking and mending all in the same breath. The taste of salt on the air, the chilling breeze and burn of the sun on her skin- it was invigorating. Reviving.

Today there was madness to answer. She hadn't been quite right in so long. Grief and madness leaving her with distant thoughts, detached and dark. She wanted to see them again, all of them. Wanted everything to be what it used to be. She chuckled softly, maybe not everything.

She rather liked her burns and tattoos.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew sat alone in the sand. His legs were folded under him and his eyes were closed. Slowly he took a deep breath of the coastal air. He could feel the earth under him. The sand wanting to be shifted. The vibrations in it from small creatures. Like a hermit crab thirty paces to his right. He could feel and tell exactly where it was with his eyes closed. He was connected.

The sand around his body began to shift and swirl, rising up off of the ground bit by bit in to a cyclone. Kiyr had asked him to move a large amount of soil from the lower part of the ground. More earth than he had ever moved at once. So he was here to practice his craft and get a feel for the volume. The cyclone grew larger and larger and it would spin faster and faster as it grew tighter and tighter.

It reformed in to a serpentine dragon. Much like the one he often used as his symbol. Still more sand moved to add on to the Dragon as it started to crawl it's away around Mathew. Who just continued to sit there in silent concentration. His closed eyes twitching as he worked on keeping the loose sand closely packed together in his creation.

[Oki W. Nanda]

Amber eyes shifted, catching beasts alive and writhing. Either she had enjoyed too much tea or someone was playing. Turning her head, chocolate curls swaying she looked to paddle, "He cannot expect her to not look[/b]." He did. He hoped. He pleaded for her to stay here and continue to enjoy the view of the sea at its finest. "Nonsense. In this violent expanse they must explore and review all things without bias and with curiosity[/b]."

Lifting the oar from the sand, Oki smiled at his protest about cats and curiosity. Her answer always being, "Were she a cat, Paddle means. All will be well, she is certain[/b]."

It was not hard to follow the upturning of sand, the shift of her beach. Ah her beach, not hers truly but his is neutral ground thus unclaimed by forceful hand. Her smile is slow, peering around stone and perching high. Her breath caught, delight stirring in her chest as bare feet rested on sea beaten stone.

The short woman made no attempt to hide, her smile deepened as eyes narrowed. Dragon wrapped around and man in the center, visible for mere seconds amongst the swirl and shimmer. Sand was lovely, kicked up by man or demon, in the shine of the sun.

"Stunning[/b]," she purred. Paddle disagreed, this was terrifying. He encouraged caution, neutral space or not. Oki crooned silent comfort to her companion, if they were aggressive then let them come.

[Mathew Amtrum]

The dragon continued to coil around Mathew tightly, almost like it was threatening to constrict him. Though he remained in control. Pebbles worked themselves up from the sand where they could be found. Moving and shifting over his creation's body to form protective scales over the Dragon of earth. His hands rising up and the Dragon rose with his motions.

His hands shot out and the beast lunged for the Ocean. As the sand became damp his control over it lessened. Gritting his teeth, unaware of his distant observer for now he focused on trying to keep his creation together. Every grain was still under his control, but with water in the mix it became harder to control the sand. He was doing everything he could to keep the wet sand inside the pebble casing.

[Nick Archer]

The soft voice of Amber was drowned out by the roar of the waves and the gawking of the birds that flew above, but the little spot in the distance that represented Nick sat motionless in the sand binoculars in hand observing the girl. Out of sight and out of mind was his motto, the magnification on his binoculars allowed him to clearly see her and make out details. Even though he’d probably remember he decided to document everything he saw and noted.

What followed next made Nick second guess himself “So there are others” he thought out loud as he wrote down how the sand formed into a dragon, what details he could make out about Mathew he wrote down too. Between writing and observing Nick always checked his surroundings and only resumed when he was certain no one was sneaking up on him.

[Oki W. Nanda]

She watched as the dragoon moved his creation about. Eyes studying things unseen, she had little talent in such things but could admire the essence of his actions. She mused, Paddle warned on distant gleams. Oki purred silently, promising all is well to the oar. He fussed often over nothing. Oki doubted she was in danger, a grin. She watched the man.