Shimmering Sands glass teeth mask

When his feet fell from the hard touch of the earth to the grainy sands, it was as though he was immediately relieved. The tight muscles in his shoulders and chest had begun to fall. The waters crashed against the shore with a gentle push and pull. While his legs continued their move, his eyes were trained on her power. He would not have lasted in his right mind if they had been trapped on the land for another day. It was as though the cogs in his mind had been freshly oiled and cleaned; ready for the next hard day of labor.

Without pause, Smokestep turned from his sister's side and began to sprint. His long legs stretched out on the sand with each pounding step that he took. The seafarer slammed into the water with his chest. His legs buckled from underneath him at the sudden resistance. Smokestep rolled into the water without hesitation. The freezing touch of her hand against his flesh was electric. He could have existed beneath the swell for the rest of his days without emerging.