AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Her search is quite thorough, scraping through the seaweed with intention and a singular purpose. But she's so concentrated, she nearly misses it. Out from beneath clinging green tendrils, a certain off-white shade catches Aurelia's eye. Double-backing, she splashes the water clear to get a better view. She smiles. Much to her amazement, it's a bone!
Or it looks like one, anyway.
She leans down and tries to examine it. Using the shovel to try to pry it up from between sand and rock, her expression grows more determined. The oncoming waves don't deter her from the goal at hand. It only spurs her on to be quicker and nimbler with her grasping fingers. If she can manage to get this thing up, she can better determine if it's actually a bone - and what kind it could be.
Aurelia attempts to use the shovel and her other hand to unearth the object!
Or it looks like one, anyway.
She leans down and tries to examine it. Using the shovel to try to pry it up from between sand and rock, her expression grows more determined. The oncoming waves don't deter her from the goal at hand. It only spurs her on to be quicker and nimbler with her grasping fingers. If she can manage to get this thing up, she can better determine if it's actually a bone - and what kind it could be.
Aurelia attempts to use the shovel and her other hand to unearth the object!
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
