Moonspear There is so much wrong going on outside

How curious it was that she ran, surprising that her composure simply shattered in an instant when the cracks began to appear. Dirge watched the bob and weave of her figure as it came and went through the scenery until it appeared no more, and by then Jarilo had moved to investigate what it was that she had left behind. He hadn't even noticed the shell lying in the dirt though the starkness of its design stood out boldly against the dark earth. He moved to see it for himself, gaze tracing over the ridges and the curve—it was intricate, beautiful.

"A present from the ocean, how interesting," he murmured. "Your father said he once lived along the coast, perhaps that's how they knew one another." The history of such he had never had the opportunity to learn, but as of late there were few opportunities he had could afford. Somewhere within, he longed to see the coast once again. He thought he would before the season changed, maybe once all of this had settled and the children born. His gaze left the present to look to Jarilo, not wondering aloud what it was that they should do with it. It seemed rude to leave it, but he was remiss as to what more they could do.