[ There are no beaches in Ylisse, at least not within easy riding distance of Ylisstol, and while Frederick has no particular feelings about beaches, positive or negative or otherwise, it would be a disservice to his sleeping lord and lady if he did not at the very least explore the area and make note of what it had to offer.
So he hops aboard the train, rides it all the way to Flona Cave before taking his exit, and proceeds to bumble down to the beach until he can get a good look at the sea. There's a lot else to see: seagulls, soaring through the skies as well as guzzling down stray bits of food here and there, children shrieking in delight as they race through the water, a woman with a pile of shells spilled all around her.
How odd. He blinks, frowning slightly because that's the only expression he knows how to make. ]
That's quite a number of shells you've collected there. [ No judgement in his voice, only mild curiosity. ] Were you planning on stringing them together to make a necklace?
[ Or....many necklaces, given the sheer quantity of shell at her disposal. ]
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So he hops aboard the train, rides it all the way to Flona Cave before taking his exit, and proceeds to bumble down to the beach until he can get a good look at the sea. There's a lot else to see: seagulls, soaring through the skies as well as guzzling down stray bits of food here and there, children shrieking in delight as they race through the water, a woman with a pile of shells spilled all around her.
How odd. He blinks, frowning slightly because that's the only expression he knows how to make. ]
That's quite a number of shells you've collected there. [ No judgement in his voice, only mild curiosity. ] Were you planning on stringing them together to make a necklace?
[ Or....many necklaces, given the sheer quantity of shell at her disposal. ]