Blackbeak Bluff seaweed and posies

The gull was properly intimidated by the two children, and took its graceful leave. Metis stared after it, before the purples of her gaze found the boy. Cream toned, golden eyes.

The winter youth waved her tail with a sharp, friendly smile. Like a barracuda.

Hey, thanks! She said, much quieter now that the boy was beside her. Her head went down to pluck up the creature, nose wrinkling at the smell, before she let it drop back to the sand. She used her front teeth to pull off a small piece of flesh, rolling it between her teeth.

I was starving, even if I don’t know what this thing is. Metis was quite pleased to fill her belly, yessir.