Cerulean Cape At The Edge

She shot a glance back over her shoulder as he retreated, but only so as not to forget his catch. Keyni waited patiently by the water, watching with a flicker of amusement in her eyes as he came bounding back. "Pretty much." She nodded. From what she remembered, the concept was still the same. But the sand under her toes felt weighed down and thick. Coarser than the silt in river beds she was used to.

She let him go ahead and have at it, pausing after a moment. "Keep a sharp eye out. Look for the slightest shift in the grains of the sand while you dig. You'll see a mussel when you spot a smooth surface, beige or pale white in color. The crabs...they'll try and burrow further down. Sometimes they will make a run for it." She advised. It had been a while since she had done this. She set to work, digging away carefully through the sand, eyes trained for any movement.