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Post by esper on Aug 17, 2009 0:21:48 GMT -5
Along the edge of the water, Eocin walked, his footsteps picked with exaggerated care like the water fowl that also stalked the calm shoreline. The resemblance was only strengthened by his bobbing gait; every few steps he'd crouch low only to spring up again and continue on. One hand held a plain wooden pail that occasionally bumped Eocin's side when he'd crouch and poke at the ground.
Eocin was hot in pursuit of his latest interest; sea shell collecting. Not a week ago he'd been out for a walk and had stumbled over a plain, gray-white shell on the shore. He'd picked it up, turned it over, played with it, and slipped it into a pouch where he'd more or less forgotten about it until this very morning, when he'd reached into the pouch, brought it out, and was seized with the realization that it was unique and connected; it was a specific type of shell, but yet different from all other shells. And he'd seen many different types of shells over his trips to the shoreline... He'd just never bothered to pick one up before. Now he could see hours of interest and entertainment spread out before him like a banquet. He didn't know that he looked fairly ridiculous while shell-hunting, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared.
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