Dragoncrest Cliffs One still on the vine

quality time can last as long as we want to :3

The shard of beach glass was a decent size, considering the fact that the seas had worn its edges down soft without causing it to break into smaller pieces. It was about the size of her paw pad, and gently bent, curved along one edge. It’d likely once been the bottom of a bottle, as the glass near the bottom was a bit thicker. It was dark blue in colour.

”I do not know what it is called. It feels like a stone, but where it is somewhat seet’rough met’inks maybe it is a crystal of some kind.” She said, the light shone through it as it was set upon the tangled driftwood. ”Maybe we give it a name, hmm? For dis seagem. Dey are everywhere, just usually much smaller.” She murmured musically.