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The sky was a brilliant shade of blue as it streched as far as the eye could see, nary a blemish save for the occasional small whisp of writer plane smoke. Since the Harringtons had arrived, two people were asked to marry someone unnamed and unknows to everyone except the couples themselves and the pilot, as that was where they got their paycheck.

For a beach day, it was a bit on the chilly side, the temperature diping and rising in the late 60's early 70's with a slight breeze, but it was perfect for a child and his mother to go out with less worry, as the beach was slightly less crowded then usual.

"Now," Stacie said as she sat down the beach bag and other beach like items. "You can go off and play. Just make sure I can see you, and come back if called," she stated, to which her small charge nodded.

"Okay then Stacie-mum!" Bovi chirped with a nod. "I'm going to go look for seashells to decorate a sand castle with!" and with that he scampered off towards the water's edge, as that was where the best shells were often located, or at least that's what the movies always said.

Bovidae has been running at full speed when the other child waved at him, to which he skidded to a stop, sending a cloud of sand up and around him, startling the beach-goers near him.

He coughed himself, and as the sand cleared, realized his feet felt heavier than usual. Once he was able to see, he realized his skid had dug into the sand, and now his feet were buried in pretty deep. Almost all his anklewings were covered!

"Neat!" was his first outloud thought, feeling pleased that he had hit that skid at such a perfect speed and angle, but then he realized he couldn't get his feet moving again.

"Well this is troublesome..." he mused.

Bovidae looked up at the younger kid, and at first was going to decline, feeling that with enough work he would be able to remove himself on his own, but his mum had been on his case about not doing everything on his own, as he had attempted to clean the entire house about a week ago and was so sore from all the work he couldn't move for at least 2 days, and with her in viewing distance, now would be the perfect oppertunity for her to get off his back about the situation.

"Yeah..." he said finally. "Could you maybe help me dig the sand away? It might make getting out easier..."

Bovi attempted to help by wiggling his anklewings ever so often, which pushed the sand away just a bit when there was a bit less sand on them. After a few moments of digging and wiggling, his feet popped out. Bovi celebrated his new found freedom with wiggling each hoof a bit to regain feeling in the lower portions of his legs.

"Thanks," he said. "I'm Bovidae, by the way, but call me Bovi. It's shorter, and sounds less science-y that way."

Bovi tilted his head to the side, smiling of course at first as he had just recieved a compliment, and those always made him smile, but then again a lot of things made this fellow smile. He pondered Skylock's question for a bit before understanding what he was asking.

"Oh! I'm from a lab called Seven of Seven. Lots of weird stuff goes on there..." he shivered near then end of the statement before returning to his cheerful demenor. "And what about yourself?"

"Neat," Bovi chimed, clapping his hands together with one solid clap. "I'm Pride-Diligence. Looks like we have the same demon donar," he said with a smile before flapping his anklewings again to remove the sand that had gotten lodged in the feathers. It was rather an unpleasant feeling, all itchy and grainy.

"Thanks again for helping me get unstuck," he said.

"Hey, I was about to go look for seashells to decorate a sandcastle with, wanna come along?"

((Man am I unobservant...*shot*))

Bovi grinned, face showing his current pleased feeling. He skittered over to the water's edge, looking at all the delocate bits of nature that had been brought in by the last high tide. And ciggerette butts, there were some of those too.

Plucking up a smaller one, Bovi looked at it carefully. "This one looks like the kind in your earring Shylock..." he mused. "Only it's not the name color..."

Bovidae put down the hand holding the shell so that Shylock could see it without having to stay on the tips of his toes. He looked at it some more, pondering the question.

"Not sure, maybe a clam..." he guessed