The waking kind of dream
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Set in Drifter Bay.

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      The waves of the bay, rolled to and fro, quietly rumbling under a vigilant moon and surrounding clouds of gray. A light flickered on the beach, shimmering invitingly in the darkness as if a mirage. She sat beside the light, medium flames born of sun-burnt driftwood and a spark from flint. Her back was pressed against the curve of a broken log, her eyes on her hands that worked diligently amongst a few things she had collected on the beach that day. A few seashells, some small scrapes of wood and a few bones of some large creature that had died here—maybe a horse.
      She hadn’t returned to Sunflower Sunsets yet to retrieve what other little belongings she had, meaning that she was still without her sarong or bag. She adorned nothing but her garter that was presently free of her throwing knife; it was in her hand, carving wood under the careful guide of Wintersea’s practiced hand. She was crafting a new knife, constructed of the bone, a wooden handle and a decoration and added sharpness of seashell fragments.
      River-blue eyes never leaving her hands, she began to hum a small tune to herself, comforted by the backdrop of firelight, the soothing sway of it in her peripheral and the light crackle of the sparks.

table by magic mushroom.
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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; 317 words


Bastion was back in the area that he spent quite a bit of time in. At least the area outside of Salsola that he spent quite a bit of time in. He tended to only stick between Drifter's Bay and Salsola for the most part. Of course he eventually traveled to other parts as well but just not quite as frequently. Actually he had a purpose to be in Drifter's Bay. He had his own special little place to visit. His own little haven outside of the pack. Of course that place had a special sort of purpose. It was a place that only one other living being knew about and just what purpose it was for.

What thoughts he had of visiting such a place were put on hold as he got distracted by firelight. Well now, who would be out this way? The boy with the floral scent, since he had bathed in a flower laden bath to cover the scent of the pack, and the girly panties, since he had to hide his mark that was on his pelvis, redirected his steps. He didn't want to get caught going to the harbour and so he went to explore and see what the fire was all about.

"What you doing?" The words were out of his mouth before he had even gotten close enough to see for himself. No, just as soon as he had spotted another canine he spoke up. The small with the feminine appearance was quite a nosy one. And well, he had childish antics too. He didn't wait to be invited but simply walked right on over to sit next to the female so that he might try to lean close and see what it was that she was working on. Just like a child he didn't even think about the concept of personal space as he had settled himself close.


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