Firefly Ravine what is there to answer if I'm the only one?

looking, the girl tells him. looking? scarab cants his head ever so slightly to the side as he regards her with unfettered curiosity at her vague response. it answers his question, he supposes, but it wasn't exactly the answer he was necessarily looking for — not that he had any illusions of what she might've been doing prior to his appearance. he was expecting a response with more detail. his ears flutter back to rest at half mast atop his skull, watching mutedly as she picks up a stone and chucks it into the water and he watches it bob in the foaming rapids a second before it is whisked away not given the chance to sink as it should've.

now he understood.

although, he wouldn't exactly say this is the most interesting thing he's seen thus far in his life. nothing could really compare to the hatching turtles, though scarab doesn't think about them long lest the memory of his brother and other adults eating and crushing them surfaces and taints it. hm, he considers and scoops up a pebble betwixt his jaws and with a swing of his head tosses it onto the rapids, watching with a small smirk of amusement as it is carried away.