direheterosis:
“Of course! And I will, in due time, of course. Meanest thou to stay here for now, then?”
She brushed her tail against the others, as it was much less awkward for both of them than attempting to hold her hand.
“Hmm…”
“I cannot claim to be well versed in sea shells. I do like the, ah, twisty ones? Like horns, or akin to the shells of snails… But I am quite certain there art a great many I know not of. What about thee?”
Anya let her tail intertwine with Priscilla’s, well in agreement about it being less awkward than holding hands, most of the time. She was careful not to let it get too close to the water, though; a few light splashes were fine, but she didn’t want it to be soaked.
"I think I am content to stay at this depth, at least... but I would not mind a stroll along the shore, either. It would give the best chance of finding you a suitable shell.” Twisty ones... ? She didn’t know which ones those were, but they seemed self-explanatory.
“Hmm...” She gave her own shell of choice some thought for a moment. “I have seen shells at the Gulf markets called ‘sand dollars’ that I am fond of... but in truth, they are supposedly the remains of a variety of urchin...”












