Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

raised on sea-salted meat, velen had never found in himself a taste for the round fruits. but he had discovered in boyhood the marvelous properties of coconut for things such as kick-it — a game velen was sure he had invented — and water-holding.
the latter was the only reason why the light glinted from the mayfair-cairn's pelt as he wove between the tall trees. intending only to grab one and depart to a cliff where it might be more easily broken, the tall yearling's attention was instead captured by a whisper of white fur.
a few steps forward brought him the sight of a rather androgynous-looking creature gnawing at a fallen fruit. unable to stop himself, a second later velen snorted in amusement.
"interesting choice of nuts, dude."
no one had ever accused the orca-boy of being overly polite, and velen had not a single intention of gunning for that trophy now.