Shell Searching

The sand may be sticking to his damp fur, but Pyxis didn't care. He knew that he just had to find the perfect one for his latest project- even if it made him regret it later from the excessive heat. That's for future him to whine about- for now, he has to search. He will find this shell, and it will be an excellent addition to his summer-themed sculpture.

It didn't even matter that he didn't know what the perfect shell would be. He just had to go off a feeling- as was the case for most of his projects. It usually works out, so why not! He also has his little muse, a small pastel blue Chirop, sitting atop his head- right between his horns. Everything seems to work out when he has her around. Almost as if the tiny imp is a good luck charm.

He roams the shoreline, the tide lapping at his hooves- he scans the sand for shells. None catch his attention, so he keeps on his trek, only pausing when he thinks he spots something. It's a repetitive, tiring process, he'll admit it, but he'd much rather find a shell himself than spend a stupid amount of carats on one from a vendor. It's not that he is stingy- it's more that he would rather spend his hard-earned carats on comfy bedding and snacks than on a singular shell. Man, he can imagine how cool the sculpture would look among all his other nautical works- it will be such a fun piece for his little collection.

As he continues, he gets further lost in his thoughts- imagination winning the battle of his focus. It's a lot of the usual- his little mental adventures that he can't bear to ignore- His sweet little daydreams of the sea and all that comes with it. He loves it so much and wishes he could sail the Forneus Sea on a little boat all his own.  

He sighs dreamily. 'One day.'

His daydreams get cut short as the imp on his head chitters and flutters down to the sand before him.

'Huh? Has she found something?' He wonders to himself, leaning down to get a closer look. The little imp seems to be pawing at something in the sand, albeit struggling with the task.

"Here, lemme help you, Hesper." Pyxis says, kneeling next to the Chirop- who chirps in response, scooting to the side.

Together, the two dig in the pale sand until they uncover a rather large shell that curves in on itself to form a tight spiral. It's a pale, silvery blue color and has a slight shine.

This shell was it! The perfect one for his project!! He couldn't help but feel giddy at the sight of it!!

"Good girl, Hesper!! This is the one!!"

The baby imp chitters and wiggles her little wings- excited that her person is excited!

After a moment more of looking the shell over, Pyxis picks up his imp, and the two head back up the beach.