Wheeling Gull Isle blossom

this post is mega overdue.

the morning is early and partially cloudy even as the sun has begun its ascension in the sky, cresting above the calm sea that glistens upon its rippling surface. the waves crash upon the cold sandy shore, dredging from it's belly seashells and tangles of seaweed that kūn is quick to pounce upon. a rather large tangle washes inland with the salty foam, spraying him and splashing upon long legs and underbelly wet with saltwater. it is cold but he barely feels it as he falls upon the seaweed like a kitten pouncing upon a bug, grabbing it in his jaws and padding towards his small collection of seaweed tucked in the sandy dunes of the isle — safe from the greedy grasp of the Sea should She try to reclaim it.

greedily, the seadragon is not intent on letting her take back her gifts should Her mind change. continuing his quest, he hurries back to the fall of low tide, aquamarine gaze looking for more seaweed that he intends to lay out to dry in the afternoon sun once enough ( his idea of 'enough' anyway ) is collected.