Lost Cargo [Atticus | RRP]

Oh wherefore have I lost thee? The male fae sighed, a tired smile on his face as his eyes scoured the stretching sands and gently lapping waters nearby. While he didn't outwardly show it, he was quite anxious; his quill was among one of his most prized possessions. Not for any material value, but because it allowed him to put his thoughts in writing. He had more, of course - but not currently with him. He wouldn't be able to write without it. And yet he had come to this place specifically for that reason - the calming rhythm of the waves stimulated his brain, and brought forth his creativity. Without a means to write, this was all for naught.

Charles shed his coat jacket, placing it over his notebook. He then took a few rocks with which he weighed down the makeshift shield. Now wearing only a thin white long-sleeved shirt, he knelt down and started fishing about in the sand. It was quite possible that the quill just managed to get lodged in a bit of sand....he could dig about and find t there. He chuckled quietly, his arms now half-buried in sand. "If only I could better predict where the wind was blowing." he murmured. At least then he could find the general direction that his pen could have gone. The male paused, lifting a sand-covered arm to wipe his brow. At least I'm not being watched. Oh certainly he didn't mind digging around in the dirt; being something of a humble man, he never considered such a task below him. But, that aside, doing so in the presence of others would be somewhat embarrassing.

Moving along to the next patch, Charles did his best not to think about how much space he had to traverse if he was to find it again. I will stop after two hours have passed, and take the time to relax. he thought to himself, moving towards the water to start looking there. That way it wouldn't be an entire waste of my time. Charles rolled his sleeves up to about elbow length, then started fishing about in the water. I suppose I should look here first; if my pen was lost here, it surely won't stay by the shore for long... he thought grimly. I suppose now I know to pocket it instead of leaving it where the wind could carry it away.