Eyslk and Siwan are aways down the shore together, their occasional laughter floating back toward the rocks and their other sister. Cywyllog is crouched down searching the sand intently, her face serious as her hands sift through tiny pebbles.
It's clear they've been here for a while already: the hems of their skirts wet and dirty, shoes tossed to the side and their hair no longer in the tight, neat braids they started out in.
The sounds of steps attracts Cywyllog's attention, though, and she greets the newcomer with a bright smile. "We thought you weren't going to come!"
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Date: 2013-05-08 08:45 pm (UTC)Eyslk and Siwan are aways down the shore together, their occasional laughter floating back toward the rocks and their other sister. Cywyllog is crouched down searching the sand intently, her face serious as her hands sift through tiny pebbles.
It's clear they've been here for a while already: the hems of their skirts wet and dirty, shoes tossed to the side and their hair no longer in the tight, neat braids they started out in.
The sounds of steps attracts Cywyllog's attention, though, and she greets the newcomer with a bright smile. "We thought you weren't going to come!"