Wheeling Gull Isle i need a pick-me-up

spar thread with @Dakarai ! :D

the beach - the neighbourhood

There was something oddly satisfying about the silence, the few minutes of complete and utter silence, that seemed to come after the sun touched the sea and began to drown in it. It was as if all sound was following the sun in its slow descent towards wherever it was it dissapeared to.

These were the moments Maera felt most alive, or at least most happy to be so.
These were also the moments Maera felt her energy levels reach their peak. It was weird how it was that at the very end of the day, or beginning of the evening depending on how one looks at it, was when Maera found it harder to stay still. Mornings were dreadful - almost always- especially if she didn't wake up on her own but was woken.
ugh.

Anyways.
With her paws falling softly on the sand, Maera treaded lightly across the beach as the rosy pink and orange hues of the sunset painted the background. Then, as she continued to walk, she lowered her head for her nose to hover over the sand so she could continue her neverending search for food,trouble or treasure.

The sunset this evening was quite beautiful and Dakarai made his way to the beach. He had been filled with a surprising amount of energy lately, but had nothing much to do besides roam the beaches and the rest of the island for food and other things to make life more comfortable. Once his paws sank onto the soft sand he sniffed the air and looked around, spotting the form of a female not too far off.

Dakarai lifted his chin and studied her for a moment before giving a low chuff to announce his presence and strolling out into the open. He paused for a moment and flicked his ears watching her for a moment before moving close enough to speak "Lovely night isnt it?" he asked in a civil manner, sitting down a few feet away from her and offering a slight smile.

being ultra vague about the meeting thread and sorry mae got scared lol

Being too inside her own head and missing things around her was something that happened repeatedly. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, since it was this unwavering focus that often brought her to fruitful results, but it made her undeniably more vulnerable, in a way, to fall victim of the element of surprise.

Like now for instance.
She had been so eager to find something, but she had been found first.
With her ears pinned back instinctively and the bridge of her nose wrinkling slightly but not enough to reveal her teeth she turned towards the source of the sound. He wasn't food, or treasure, so he must be trouble.
Or well, not really.
Nothing in his demeanour seemed threatening, and he even spoke in a soft, gentle manner.

Inmediately, Maera allowed herself to relax, though her ears and tail were still kept high and alert. "it is" she agreed, her hazel eyes fleeting from him towards the sky for a brief moment before coming right back to him, "my name is Maera Sveijarn" she barked, not bothering to ask his in return for she thought if he was as chivalrous as he seemed he would promptly do so on his own.