05-10-2012, 09:12 PM
OOC – This is for Aika! The necklace looks like this: http://babyccinokids.com/wp-content/upload...-necklace1a.jpg Except more variations in color.
IC –
Toby was a younger lad, or so it would seem in the near future. As he wondered along the sandy beach a smile was brought to his mouth. Oh! The ocean! Such a joy! It was hear he'd been hanging about, for fear that his happiness might fade if he left too soon. He had explored the vast expanse of shores and practiced his fishing. There were millions of things to do at the sea, he'd decided.
Today he'd find some sort of use with a string he'd found along the sand. He assumed it had been fishing line or maybe even some other thing, but now it would serve as a necklace string. His feet padded against the warm ground and slowly he filled the pockets of his shorts up with sea shells. His knife would do good enough, he figured, to make a little hole. If he could string the shells along his thread he'd have himself a souvenir to remember his happiness by.
When he was content with his shells he sat down in the shade of a large palm tree and sorted through his treasures. The shells varried from pink to white to the color of the sand. A smile crossed the black muzzle. "Perfect!" he said happily and went to working on the necklace. Soon he held up his creation, a shell necklace for man or woman, and nodded in satisfaction. Happiness in an accessory.
IC –
Toby was a younger lad, or so it would seem in the near future. As he wondered along the sandy beach a smile was brought to his mouth. Oh! The ocean! Such a joy! It was hear he'd been hanging about, for fear that his happiness might fade if he left too soon. He had explored the vast expanse of shores and practiced his fishing. There were millions of things to do at the sea, he'd decided.
Today he'd find some sort of use with a string he'd found along the sand. He assumed it had been fishing line or maybe even some other thing, but now it would serve as a necklace string. His feet padded against the warm ground and slowly he filled the pockets of his shorts up with sea shells. His knife would do good enough, he figured, to make a little hole. If he could string the shells along his thread he'd have himself a souvenir to remember his happiness by.
When he was content with his shells he sat down in the shade of a large palm tree and sorted through his treasures. The shells varried from pink to white to the color of the sand. A smile crossed the black muzzle. "Perfect!" he said happily and went to working on the necklace. Soon he held up his creation, a shell necklace for man or woman, and nodded in satisfaction. Happiness in an accessory.
