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Sara hadn’t had nearly as much free time recently, with schoolwork keeping her busy. Not that that was a bad thing, as far as Sara was concerned; she had always enjoyed her schoolwork, and frequently found herself getting lost in the things she was learning. And though she knew it had only been a little more than two years since she’d last been a pupil in a class, it felt like far longer.
But she didn’t work all the time, of course - though sometimes if she was very interested in something, she quite forgot not to - and that morning the bookshelf had given her a little pocket book on identifying shells, which she’d taken as a suggestion.
She’d left her shoes behind, delighting in the feel of the cool water and the faintly gritty sand under her feet, and walked along the shoreline. A handful of shells had already found their way into her pockets - she wasn’t quite sure what she’d do with them, but some of them would make beautiful necklaces, and she was sure Coraline would like some for Mogwai. She carried one particularly pretty shell in one hand, with the book in the other, flicking through it and frowning slightly as she tried to work out what it was. It was a spiral shell, so pale it looked as though it were made from porcelain, with wide raised ridges running down its sides.
[For anyone interested: the shell in question is one of these.]
But she didn’t work all the time, of course - though sometimes if she was very interested in something, she quite forgot not to - and that morning the bookshelf had given her a little pocket book on identifying shells, which she’d taken as a suggestion.
She’d left her shoes behind, delighting in the feel of the cool water and the faintly gritty sand under her feet, and walked along the shoreline. A handful of shells had already found their way into her pockets - she wasn’t quite sure what she’d do with them, but some of them would make beautiful necklaces, and she was sure Coraline would like some for Mogwai. She carried one particularly pretty shell in one hand, with the book in the other, flicking through it and frowning slightly as she tried to work out what it was. It was a spiral shell, so pale it looked as though it were made from porcelain, with wide raised ridges running down its sides.
[For anyone interested: the shell in question is one of these.]