STAY IN YOUR LANE BOY || sand dollar collecting

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

The tigress had always found herself a collector, though much less so into her adulthood, of things in general. She liked the look of shiny things, pretty toys and knickknacks, and she always found uses for them whether they'd become decorations, gifts, or they'd sit in her storages to eventually become one or the other. Who knows, maybe one day she could bury some of her chests and send others on treasure hunts for the various things she's collected over time. Specifically, though, she isn't sure she'd taken the time to really collect any sort of seashell - maybe a few sometimes if she found them particularly interesting, but overall she left them to the hermit crabs in the sand and any other fish that may end up using them for tools.

"Oi, son, whatcha' doin' there?" the female asked with a small smile upon her features. She was always glad to see Seapaw up and about, keeping sure to visit him every day even with him moving out, always offering food for him and a bed if he ever felt like spending the night. She was glad none of her children seemed too desperate for recognition or power, while she felt perfectly fine with how young she'd jumped into politics, she didn't want to see her own children doing the same. To avoid them getting hurt as much as she could was a relief, and she was proud of what each of them were doing, and it always brought her joy to see them doing anything that wasn't too strenuous. Especially with something as recreational as gathering sand dollars.