Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

val was about to edge protest for dwin’s fading family until he learned these memories didn’t make her very happy. he recognized he knew little of her life, and so, should not offer unsolicited advice about it. she would learn on her own if these things were valuable or if they were better off cast to the wind.

talking about crabs was much easier than navigating the pitfalls of complicated family dynamics. oh yes. dwin’s head pressed to the sand wrestled a laugh from the male. there is life under everything. even your skin. he began to trot, starting slow enough that she might keep up. twice he scented the wind and turned an ear, listening with unbroken concentration.

the ocean has a lot of life in it too, but you won’t catch me going in it. i can show you how to listen for the crabs, but you are on your own if it scuttles off into the water.

crabs, like many mollusks, hid where it was dark and still — only braving the currents when the conditions were right. val crouched, eyes trained on the packed sand where small little holes appeared in a ring like concentric bubbles. you are not afraid of spiders, right?