Rika excitedly ate her last few bites of sandwich. Swimming all morning had certainly worked up an appetite. That, and it was almost evening time, it had been many hours since breakfast. After a few more chips and a large drink of water, she was feeling right as rain. With her energy restored, Rika was looking forward to their next activity.
As promised, when the water started to recede, Summer lead the group down where the tide pools would form. Her long tail swayed behind her as she walked the well worn paths. Happy to have others enjoying the magic around them, she walked with confidence and grace. “Now just be careful. There sho
While he generally woke up pretty early most days, somehow it was easier to rise with the sun while camping. Maybe it was the sounds of birds chirping, or the subtle way the tent started to warm. Either way, Ly opened his eyes with a smile on his face. He glanced over and Rika was still fast asleep in her sleeping bag. He couldn’t help but feel giddy. Last night, he had Rika had stayed up till at least midnight swapping stories and talking about anything under the sun.
Excited for what this day would bring, Ly pulled himself out of his sleeping bag and slipped out of the tent, shifted into his anthro form, and got dressed. When he
The Boatride over the Summer’s beach house, took a good chunk out of their day. Despite waking up at the crack of dawn to travel over, it was still nearing the end of the afternoon by the time they docked. Summer was an absolute master. Watching her tie knots and navigate the boat to shore was like watching a dance.
Bubbling with excitement, Summer helped Arlo, Dris, Rika and Ly off the boat one by one. She then hopped back on to help them unload their personal belongings. Once they were all ready, she set out on a well worn path.
The hike was relatively easy, the slope wasn’t overly taxing, and the road was kept in good
Rika sat at her sewing machine. Carefully, her able hands guided the fabric along as she worked on the intricate pattern. A bead of sweat welled up on her forehead and she took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. The small little store was empty, and had been for most of the day. Most of Rika’s clients were commissioners. She tended to like making personal pieces over stock anyway.
As she finished the seam, she flicked up the foot, cut the thread and inspected her work. Crisp and clean as always. Rika prided in her art. It felt good being able to say she made a living making things. She was glad she wasn’t stuck in a deade