fog bound

In Cal's excitement, she forgot her decorum - something that Luecothoë was quick to remind her of. Her ears fell back and she bowed her muzzle with an apologetic smile, though her tail continue to sway steadily at her haunches. That was one of the problems her mentors often faced when trying to teach her - she was a very excitable creature, and most definitely a poster child ADHD. She wrinkled her nose briefly and paused, listening as Leucothoë explained what it was she wanted to do.

"I heard there's a pretty cool-looking grotto along the shore somewhere," Cal suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement though she tried to stifle it in her tone, "We could check that out? Maybe dig up some clams or something?" She wasn't completely certain that there would be anything edible to dig up at all, but it was something she had done often back home in Hagios Bay. It had been summer then, but... it wasn't like clams migrated, right?