Ankyra Sound even the earth no longer remembers

His brother looked stunned, and Reyes was obnoxious enough to think he'd impressed the other boy in some way, so he grinned a larger smile, his tail shuffling detritus around as it began to wag. That did not last though. Soon enough Scarab was hustling to correct the chaos made by his sibling, to which Reyes could only watch mutely - his brown furrowing a bit, and then the smile dropping from his face as felt crowded out of place; there was glass and bone fragments everywhere, and while Scarab tried to return his collection to some form of order, Reyes was forgotten about. He didn't like that - but he didn't like the claustrophobic feeling of his brother's body so close to his own while in the hollow, so he elected to duck away, back in to the summer light outside. He came, he smashed, he left — kind of like how his unknowable father operated — and as Reyes emerged upon the sand he shook some tangled bits from his coat, then shot a look to where he knew his brother was busy mending things.

Come on Scaraaab, come out and play! He bellowed at the entrance, spinning so that he could face the mouth of the hollow; he wondered if his voice would echo. Lesgo! Wanna see wha mums are doin'? Or -- OHH we can go swim!! He hadn't been swimming much; he wasn't entirely comfortable with it and would more than likely prowl the beach while his siblings took the plunge. In this case he was bored, and didn't see the value of Scarab's collection nor the significance of those precious items being pulverized with his initial arrival. Scaraaab! He called again, stomping about impetuously.