Coconut Grove storms of violet eroded the shores

the coconut shell gives way, cracking beneath the power of his jaws. coconut milk is sweet as it trickles into his mouth with the tear — and resulting spit of the top of the fruit's shell.

it is then that seasmoke realizes he has company.

she half blends into the light colored sand, but he notices her all the same; staring at him.

ye want some coconut, lassie? asks the sveijarn. s' nae gourmet but it's nae bad.