Shimmering Sands kill well and often

bijou got a faceful, and lionel tittered. as soon as it had begun, however, the teasing was over. lionel only found knaven's reactions to be fun, and deprived of them, he whirled with a huff onto bijou. there he clacked his own teeth and sought to bowl her over into the sand, jumping aside if she came for him then.
"we should probably eat," lionel observed lamely. hunger was second nature to the boy, for long limbs and a flirtatious mien demanded a fuckload of calories, and skittering around on the beach would not solve that problem.