[Geir is already fully above the sand, the scaly length of him draped alongside the beach at the shoreline where he was anxiously waiting for Shirley to emerge again. doesn't this human need to breathe? he's actually started wading into the water a little by the time she emerges and starts wringing her dress out, though that was only with his front feet. there's still quite a bit of him on the beach to be mistaken for rocks.
only Shirley's preoccupation could have possibly let her walk past him. so while she can certainly still find something, it may be more than she bargained for.]
Hey!
[the word is very direct and might seem almost accusing; Geir was worried, in spite of himself.]
Are you okay? You were in there a really long time!
[when Shirley's eyes track who's talking to her, she sees something perhaps unexpected: a narrow snakelike face above the place where the waves are breaking, Geir's head turned back over his shoulder to look at her… and behind it and beside her, a LOT of dragon.]
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only Shirley's preoccupation could have possibly let her walk past him. so while she can certainly still find something, it may be more than she bargained for.]
Hey!
[the word is very direct and might seem almost accusing; Geir was worried, in spite of himself.]
Are you okay? You were in there a really long time!
[when Shirley's eyes track who's talking to her, she sees something perhaps unexpected: a narrow snakelike face above the place where the waves are breaking, Geir's head turned back over his shoulder to look at her… and behind it and beside her, a LOT of dragon.]