[Branwen] Welcome to the beach

[Walford]

Sitting on the shore of the water the waves came crashing down as they neared the shore line. Walford sat upright back tall over looking the ocean in all it's glory. What a view he had thought and all this was his, he shifted his paw and began to draw lines in the sand, wavy lines like that of the waves. Pondering what he should be doing other than watching the waves and the occasional dolphin jumping out for a brief moment. Some time passed and decided to patrol the border and see how that's going, lifting himself up with sand falling from his rear twisting his back legs together to get any lose sand out. 

Making his way up the sand dunes to the border he decided to follow the faint path he had made to give some indication of the border. Not to see for now as he just started strolling down all that was seen is the trees and shrubs flowing with the wind as it breezed, as it did it breezed in a tailwind which was a mistake for him as he could feel the sand between his legs get blown further up making it uncomfortable to walk. Looking awkward he stood there itching his back legs to stop the sand. 

[Cesar]

[attr="class","cessimp"]The trio had split shortly after arriving in Solui to cover more ground and explore these strange lands, but quite honestly Cesar had grown bored incredibly quickly. Maybe he missed his rambunctious companions, or perhaps he simply yearned for the water again, but when Cesar picked up Walford's scent on his travels the pirate he was quick to follow it.

He isn't surprised when he finds the trail leads towards the shore. Spying a familiar pale form moving through the sparse shrubbery, Cesar grins, loping over to Walford like a cub about to pounce on his sibling. "Already found a place for us to crash, eh, Wally?" He rumbles, bumping his shoulder against his friend's.

Walford Branwen

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[Branwen]

Walford & Cesar

adventuring was all good and well, but she'd always return to the surf. it was where her heart ached to be, and nothing would stop her from residing there, not a million miles or enemies standing in her way. although, thankfully, there were neither of those things at this very moment. all she had to do was simply follow the coastline and the smell of salt. this lead her to a quaint little patch of beach. the only problem branwen had with it, was the simple fact that it reeked of male urine. a male she knew better than herself, but it was masculine all the same. it sent delicate nose to crumpling in disgust as she waltzed onto the scene.

emerald gaze took in the hulking figures of her men, scoping out any new injuries; assessing if they'd lost weight or gained any abnormalities in her absence. luckily, both appeared just as they'd been left. a satisfied huff breezed past her nostrils, lean body settling in the sand as she neared enough to be in an intimate conversational distance.

"it's quite nice, good job." a fond grin would be cast toward Wally. This was the perfect place for them to camp out and plot their misadventures.

[Walford]

Walford had yet to wiggle the sand from his rear which then became that just more awkward when a familiar face had bumped him knocking of balance the slightest making the ever shifting the sand to grind more. Off balance with sand in a unhappy place her heard the voice of Cesar a voice he hadn't heard in a while since arriving. "Cesar, my friend." with a joyful tone "You made it here at last, was it my good or bad smell you smelt?." Wiggling his rear the slightest another voice familiar to him was heard, Branwen.

"Branwen, you made it too. Knew not smelling salty air would get to you." He laughed, "Haha you both here and yes this our beach now, claimed by yours truly, Walford Whitemane Landon." Giggling a little knowing he enjoys hearing his full name.

Cesar Branwen

[Cesar]

[attr="class","cessimp"]The grin in Walford's voice brings a smile to Cesar's muzzle as he seats himself, taking a big grateful gulp of sea air. Something about a salt breeze could wash away even the slightest hint of fatigue, especially after so long without it. "You have a good smell?" He teases, watching his crewmate wiggle where he stands. "What, got sand up yer arse already?"

As if on cue Branwen appears from the sparse foliage, making her way close to settle herself in the white sand and offer a word of praise. "Glad you made it, Capwen," Cesar murrs, leaning down to bump his head against her cheek. "Now the crew's all here. 'N' with a beach of our own, too! Ain't we sittin' pretty now?"

Walford Branwen

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