Nill doesn’t seem to notice his inability to keep up, returning to James to continue to deliver shells. At the rate she’s collecting them, he’s going to run out of pocket space.
A puddle in the sand brings her to a complete halt, the girl stooping to her hands and knees to peer curiously into it. She dips her fingers into the water once, as though testing the water, before plunging both hands in to pick something up.
She’s back on her feet and to James within moments, proudly displaying what she’s found. It’s something she’s never seen before, star shaped and bumpy, pale orange and still wet from the puddle.
The starfish rests on her palm, Nill lifting it to eye level, waiting for James to tell her what the mysterious object is.
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A puddle in the sand brings her to a complete halt, the girl stooping to her hands and knees to peer curiously into it. She dips her fingers into the water once, as though testing the water, before plunging both hands in to pick something up.
She’s back on her feet and to James within moments, proudly displaying what she’s found. It’s something she’s never seen before, star shaped and bumpy, pale orange and still wet from the puddle.
The starfish rests on her palm, Nill lifting it to eye level, waiting for James to tell her what the mysterious object is.