Shimmering Sands "it's calm before the storm, winslow."

"forgive me for having taste, knaven," lionel shot back, using his sibling's govt name with the same ease. two could play at passive-aggression. but in the next moment he had sighed, refocused on their task.
"mam said it was somewhere looking over the coast. redwoods." surely along this godforsaken beach there was some indication as to where those types of trees grew.
"i give up on the rain," he sighed, squinting dolefully at the unending drizzle. "and i'm hungry. even the food here is off," lionel added with the irascibility of a younger brother. perhaps he shouldn't have eaten the jellyfish portion, but it was that particular sea-slime's fault he had gotten ill, because it was from here and not something he would have munched on a beach at home.