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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:14 pm
The beach before him was nearly deserted - even with his poor vision above water and the distance between him and the shore, Eoin could tell that the only souls around were the gulls... Which meant it would be that much easier to get over there without being spotted by anyone threatening. He'd learned, in the past, that sometimes the least friendly types (indeed, the ones who would rather eat him than speak to him) lingered around the beaches. Something about the combination of the warm sun and cool water drew them there.
Ducking below the surface, Eoin swished himself and his net of treasure - a particularly heavy one, this time - as close to the beach as he could get without the threat of being swept onto shore. Scooting down by the surface, he dug a hole in the sand and anchored the bag there against a rock. It wasn't the best place for it, but it would suffice; he could always swim back and get it once he found an interested party.
With an exhale of bubbles, Eoin dug his hooves into the sand and crawled forward, pulling himself along as the waves washed over him. This was the only way he'd found to safely get to shore without being thrown onto the beach, but the end result was worth it - he would be able to rest where the waves just lightly washed over him, visible but not quite drying out. It would be uncomfortable, but if he ended up with something he'd never had the chance to get before because of it... All the discomfort was worth that.
Breathing in the fresh air, Eoin settled in to wait for the next passerby.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 6:16 pm
Using a small knife like tool made from a nail she had collected from a ship wreck chinook cracked open oyster after oyster. Putting the tender meat in one bag, and the precious pearls into another. This has been happening for hours and her teeth were starting to hurt from holding the tool. It wasn't exactly easy work but it was lucrative.
Putting the tool back into the pouch on her leg she looked over at Illareth.
"I think this is plenty I'm going to go see if there are any buyers. Back in a bit yea?" She said collecting the bag of oyster meat. Illareth being a Seathie off few words just nodded and went on weaving together seaweed into large blanket like sheets to be dried and then traded as well.
Once chinook was gone she began to hum to herself. chinook darted off to a spot along the shore the oyster meat went into a tide pool tied to a bit of coral and she pulled herself up onto a patch of sand. The water still lapped about her body keeping her cool and moist.
A bit down the beach she spotted another seathie. His black coat and bright colors unlike her hues of brown and white, made him stick out like a sore thumb against the dull beige sand.
"Ey you trying to get eaten?" She laughed. Then say the sack anchored near him.
What's the big idea she wondered.
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