07-24-2008, 07:50 PM
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The sun was bright and hot, cast into the middle of the summer sky. Beneath it, the quiet boy trudged through the sand, pulling along the little red wagon behind him, giving it a quick jerk once and again when the wheels became stuck in the sand. He'd only been traveling a short while, since the very edges of his new home had taken part of the beach. What he was seeking wasn't at the shore though, a short distance away from his new home and the destination of the days travels. He figured, at some point or another, that he might begin the process of building a shack for he and Laurent to live in, since he had never really been keen on living outside. He would gather the things that he needed and begin preparation work soon, though the majority of the project would take place during the fall, he supposed, when it wouldn't be so hot outside. Jasper eventually found what he was seeking, the area of the beach where the waves reached up to the shore, moistening the sand there. The blonde male brought the wagon to his side, releasing the handle and immediately dropping to his rear in the sand. They had water back in the lands to moisten the sand for when he was finally able to use it, but gathering wet sand was easier than scooping up dry sand, so he began to do so, dropping it in the wagon whenever he got a handful. Eventually though, the young male became distracted, scooping up sand once and then proceeding to build things in it, making small shapes and objects, before scooping them off into the wagon and repeating the process. |