Oystercatcher Tide Pools rock lobster

haan, he agreed, slipping easily into his mother's tongue. it seemed easy, with her. there was something about the woman that made him feel at ease, though he couldn't put a paw on it, just yet. perhaps he would find it, eventually--perhaps not. for now, he was grateful for her company, for however long it lasted.

hamartia, he committed to memory, then gave a shrug at her question, rolling his eyes skyward. god only knows, govinda remarked wryly, though there was more than a little truth to the jest. i have been staying within the coconut grove, nearby--but i have no true home, right now. nor a family to call my own.

you threw it away, fool. the ever-present nagging of his conscience was there, and he batted it away like a worrisome fly, scowling slightly. letting out a small sigh, he nosed around in the pool for a long, quiet and fairly awkward moment, feeling suddenly shy and unwilling to make the next move. govinda hoped she would do so in his stead.

he really hated making the next move, sometimes. seldom, but it happened.