02-17-2016, 05:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-03-2018, 11:24 PM by Magikeeper.)
Cassie copies Castor, taking off her (already sand-filled) shoes and rolling up her pant legs before digging into the sand alongside him "You can do that?! Papa says everything gets washed away." the child takes a mound of sand from the moat and quickly pushes it onto some of the exposed crab shelling. "But stuff can come back!" The cheerful girl shapes the mound into a little tower before moving back to working on the moat. "I stepped on a tower earlier." she explains.
Cassie soon decides that turning Castor's dug up sand into a little wall on the ocean-facing side of the moat is what most needs doing. It definitely needs to have little spikes and guard birds on top too. All the very best walls have spikes and guard birds on top, after all. Her new friend probably knows that, she surmises, since he already knew about the tides papa had talked about."Why do the tides wash things away? Do they have permee-permiz.. did someone say they could?"
Cassie soon decides that turning Castor's dug up sand into a little wall on the ocean-facing side of the moat is what most needs doing. It definitely needs to have little spikes and guard birds on top too. All the very best walls have spikes and guard birds on top, after all. Her new friend probably knows that, she surmises, since he already knew about the tides papa had talked about."Why do the tides wash things away? Do they have permee-permiz.. did someone say they could?"