Arthur had always loved the ocean; the sound of it, the smell, the wind, and vision of it. Swimming in it, however, was a whole other story
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Eames would get in trouble if his mother found out what he was doing, but he couldn't help it.
The creatures on the beach were so fascinating; with their long, stick-like legs and their funny removable skins. They swam so oddly, they used such odd tools. Even their food was different.
Finding one of the smaller 'humans' as they were called, clinging to one of their structures. He'd never seen a smaller one that far out, and so, curiosity peaked, he had swam out to the little person.
A head broke the water; wet shaggy brown hair on a tanned face, wide blue eyes and a curious expression.
Eames blinked at the young human, realizing he was only a little bit older than Eames (who, due to being a mermaid, had matured mentally a bit faster - to survive in the water, you needed to do so.)
"Exploring?" he offered hesitantly, reaching up an arm to touch the pillar. "I've never been near one of these before. Do you know why they don't rot in the water?"
Arthur had titled his head slightly at the choice of words and then shrugged, moving slightly as if to hide behind the pillar, "I don't know." The other boy seemed younger than Arthur... he didn't remember seeing him on the beach but then Arthur tended to avoid eye contact with most of his age group.
Adding, as he tried to think about it like it was some kind of riddle, "Maybe it's the wood they use?" Arthur had always been smart for his age, tending to think on a more mature level than his "peers".
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The creatures on the beach were so fascinating; with their long, stick-like legs and their funny removable skins. They swam so oddly, they used such odd tools. Even their food was different.
Finding one of the smaller 'humans' as they were called, clinging to one of their structures. He'd never seen a smaller one that far out, and so, curiosity peaked, he had swam out to the little person.
A head broke the water; wet shaggy brown hair on a tanned face, wide blue eyes and a curious expression.
"What are you doing?"
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Automatically snapping back, as he had never appreciated being surprised like that, frowning a bit, "What are you doing!?"
(It had not yet registered to him that another kid shouldn't be out this far like he was.)
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"Exploring?" he offered hesitantly, reaching up an arm to touch the pillar. "I've never been near one of these before. Do you know why they don't rot in the water?"
His tone was curious.
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Adding, as he tried to think about it like it was some kind of riddle, "Maybe it's the wood they use?" Arthur had always been smart for his age, tending to think on a more mature level than his "peers".
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