Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
It's not the first time something weird and inexplicable has had to do with a beach. Although, the first time {for her} had been the beach itself. This, at least, feels a bit more grounded in reality. When others have had their looks and touches, Aurelia steps forward. She narrows her eyes, closely examining the ornate designs on the chest.
Maybe there is something inscribed, some tell of what it could be or symbolize. Then, she could proceed from there. Or at least, that's her approach, though the chest seems to lack a desire to be figured out. There's nothing around that suggests this will be a puzzle easily figured.
But all - or most - chests have keys, right? Just a matter of figuring out what that is, what might match up to the lock.. if there is one.
Aurelia tries to study the chest, esp in order to determine if there's a keyhole (or anything that could possibly-remotely be one).
Maybe there is something inscribed, some tell of what it could be or symbolize. Then, she could proceed from there. Or at least, that's her approach, though the chest seems to lack a desire to be figured out. There's nothing around that suggests this will be a puzzle easily figured.
But all - or most - chests have keys, right? Just a matter of figuring out what that is, what might match up to the lock.. if there is one.
Aurelia tries to study the chest, esp in order to determine if there's a keyhole (or anything that could possibly-remotely be one).
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
