Mordred Solo
If there was one thing to be said about the beach, it would be that it attracted people. The reasons for coming to said beach were varied; sun, outdoor time, drinking socializing, play, swimming, fishing or a nap. Everything under the sun brought people to that sacred juncture between the land and the vastness of the sometimes unforgiving ocean. Today was no exception, crowds speckled the vast expanse of sand like barnacles covered the rocks in the flood zone. The weather was good so folks were taking advantage of the pleasant atmosphere. Noise abounded; talking, laughing, screaming, shorebird squawks, calls and trills punctuated the rasping waves scraping minute particles of sand back and forth in the wet zone.

Mordred lurked in the shadows of the tree line, somewhat sulky and not feeling overmuch that socializing of any kind was wanted or necessary. His brother, nearly identical, was feeling quite under the weather and Mordred, ever loyal to his sweet twin would have preferred to say close for comfort. But as it stood, he had managed not to catch the cold yet and as having two sick younglings was harder than just one, his parents had endeavored to separate the herd bound pair. Needless to say he was decidedly not in the best of moods.

So he watched and waited to see if anything worth doing came up. He was careful with his time, he liked it to be used for good, not wasted on boredom. That was the thing with a twin is you were rarely alone and he found he did not like it much. There was so much mischief to get into and it worked better with a two pronged approach. He felt for all the world like half of his darn soul was missing and the more he thought about it the more annoyed he got.

A camotion started over near where a group had been building sand castles, a group of younglings standing in a circle, with all kinds of commotion. The devilish part of him became curious and he couldn't resist the pull that moved him toward the crowd. It was rare to see this many all focused together in a group, perhaps they had found something cool after all?

He trailed over and peeking through the people saw a game taking place. He listened for a while and figured out that it was truth or dare...excellent..well that was until the group were looking at him and the challenging party pointed a finger..at him.

"Me?" He asked and looked behind him to see if perhaps there was not another culprit. There was not. Drat.

The pointer, a waterling with a semi mad look in her eye was gasping with her latest victory over the half oban she had just defeated one way or another. This made her able to pick anyone she chose. He had no idea why it had been him. His eyes crossed.

"Yes you, I challenge you to truth or dare, which option?" Short sweet and to the punch, that was her motto.

Mordred inhaled slowly, he had intended to be a watcher only. Oh well, if she wanted to throw the gauntlet he would pick her up and smack her with it, as tradition dictated. He was not one to mess around.

"Dare."

She grinned and he inclined his head, the duel was set.

She looked around looking for a suitable dare to test the mettle of the new kid that she didn't recognize, this group met here nearly every day that they could to practice the art of truth or dare and she was a reigning champion.

"Go climb that tree, using nothing." She smiled, knowing full well that many people had an innate fear of heights.

He bowed low before her and marched his little butt over to the tree. This was child's play, his Dad had taught him this early in his years, it was shifter tradition and what Dad hadn't covered Mom had. Mom was much more sneaky Dad had too many emotions.

He scaled the tree without breaking stride and thumped down gracefully to the ground in front of her. "Never dare a shifter to climb a tree." He smirked. "Now I believe it is my turn." He said smugly. This was what she got for picking on people that seemed weaker to her. She was a classic case. "Truth or dare?" His turn.

She swallowed hard..."Truth." She said.

"Are you afraid of heights?" He asked her. Knowing that this jab would be most pointed and that everyone saw through the lens of their own experience. She had extrapolated from her own life.

She glared hot fire at him, green hair just touching her shoulders. Her jaw clenched and unclenched. "Yes I am afraid."

He won.

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