Moonlight dazzled on the surface of the ocean. But just like everything, it wouldn’t last forever. Marcurio could already see the dark grey storm clouds looming on the horizon as they were slowly drifting towards the shore. The sand still wet from the high tide, but it didn’t stop Marcurio from sitting down.
His legs ached from days of walking without being able to find anywhere with an actual bed to sleep in. The last time he’d slept in a bed was Boneford, and that was easily two weeks ago. Not that he could even recall how many days he’d spent in that fucking forest.
Groch was busy trying to catch fish in the small lake just a couple minutes south, but Marcurio had had enough of fishing. Besides, he couldn’t pass up Celeana’s offer to go to the beach whilst they waited for Groch to catch their dinner. He’d already collected some seaweed to have with the fish, and he even managed to forage some berries on the dunes that weren’t poisonous for once.
Celeana wasn’t actually doing much to help with the whole dinner pursuit. Instead, she was collecting whatever rocks and seashells took her fancy so that she could put them in a pile for Marcurio to put in his pocket later when she inevitably reminded him that she didn’t have pockets, or even a bag.
“Marc!” Celeana yelled as she ran towards him.
Marcurio looked up at her approach and leant back on his forearms. “Yeah?”
“Look at this really cool shell I found,” Celeana said brightly
[to be continued]
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