sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Henry lets out a hum of agreement about the nice beach and weather. These certainly were meritable qualities but, Henry found that he wasn't a huge fan anyway. As far as he wants to explore - to the deepest reaches of Caido - he found within himself an inescapable loyalty and longing for home, for the people that make it a home. It's depressing, to say the least, but he won't bog down Arialla with it. Gods know it must be so much worse for her.
"Hopefully!" He pipes up, about the firling, though his voice does take on a lackluster tune.
His interest is still piqued at her plans for the various items she's collected along the beach, though. He lets his hands fall back down to his sides, a soft and humorous smile on his face, to watch for what she's picking up.
"That one's nice," he steps a little closer to take a look at it and nods as if it is very impressive. At the mention of needing sea glass, Henry's brows raise. He sets the piece of flotsam in his hands down into her basket, saying, "Sea glass, hm? I think I know how to find some." There's a mischievous quirk of his brow in her direction as he steps back and goes up in feathers.
Shifting back into a sea eagle, he takes to the air. The takeoff is a little more graceful than his landing had been. He lets long, powerful wings glide over the waves, forward-facing eyes combing the sand and the ocean alike. Suddenly, he dips down into the shallows. He almost completely disappears beneath the waves for a moment.
When he's lifting back up from them, there's something distinctly shiny in his beak. He spreads his wings and flaps slowly back towards Arialla, landing roughly into the sand. Though, he does take care to land a few feet away from her. Immediately, he shifts back into a person - but, the seaglass is still perched between his teeth. "Ah-" he plucks it out of his mouth quickly, having forgotten. He wipes the grit and spittle off on his shirt until it's thoroughly cleaned. "Sorry." He smiles and offers it out to her in an open palm. It's a substantially-sized, round piece of sea glass with a sky-blue color. "There's some more over that way." He hooks his thumb back over his shoulder. "I can uh.. start tying the string to some of these while you go get more? If you want." It'll be more efficient, that way, and less work... probably.
"Hopefully!" He pipes up, about the firling, though his voice does take on a lackluster tune.
His interest is still piqued at her plans for the various items she's collected along the beach, though. He lets his hands fall back down to his sides, a soft and humorous smile on his face, to watch for what she's picking up.
"That one's nice," he steps a little closer to take a look at it and nods as if it is very impressive. At the mention of needing sea glass, Henry's brows raise. He sets the piece of flotsam in his hands down into her basket, saying, "Sea glass, hm? I think I know how to find some." There's a mischievous quirk of his brow in her direction as he steps back and goes up in feathers.
Shifting back into a sea eagle, he takes to the air. The takeoff is a little more graceful than his landing had been. He lets long, powerful wings glide over the waves, forward-facing eyes combing the sand and the ocean alike. Suddenly, he dips down into the shallows. He almost completely disappears beneath the waves for a moment.
When he's lifting back up from them, there's something distinctly shiny in his beak. He spreads his wings and flaps slowly back towards Arialla, landing roughly into the sand. Though, he does take care to land a few feet away from her. Immediately, he shifts back into a person - but, the seaglass is still perched between his teeth. "Ah-" he plucks it out of his mouth quickly, having forgotten. He wipes the grit and spittle off on his shirt until it's thoroughly cleaned. "Sorry." He smiles and offers it out to her in an open palm. It's a substantially-sized, round piece of sea glass with a sky-blue color. "There's some more over that way." He hooks his thumb back over his shoulder. "I can uh.. start tying the string to some of these while you go get more? If you want." It'll be more efficient, that way, and less work... probably.
HENRY
