Lost in his own thoughts Ciaran deftly navigated the rocky patch of beach he’d spent the warm, sunny day at. Hopping nimbly from rock to rock he was careful to avoid wet patches and made his way back to the belongings he’d left behind earlier. In his haste to get to the water he’d left his clothes crumpled and his boots flung about. Taking a moment to rest the thin, lanky boy tossed himself to the sandy ground to dry out a bit and reached into the pockets of his jeans to retrieve his phone.
Unsurprisingly Cerry had lost track of time and grinned widely to himself as he thumbed through the messages he’d received while he’d been swimming. Ciaran had meant to spend his day clamming and having decided that the timing wasn’t right instead wasted his day away in the water. In that time he’d heard from Belinda.
To: Ciarran
Message: Hey, I better see you at the festival.
With a light laugh to himself, he shook his head, his damp curls dripping water onto his quickly drying shoulders. There was no other place he’d rather be today. His people were nothing if not festive and for someone who was as much of a busybody as Ciaran to miss the social event of the summer just wouldn’t be heard of. He quickly responded back to her, a lopsided grin overpowering his face.
To:Belinda
Message: It wouldn’t be much of a festival if I wasn’t there, now would it? Keep an eye out.
Quickly he flipped down to see that Rafia had also tried to get in touch with him. At the mere sight of her name his heart noticeably quickened pace. The young faerie was extremely attracted to the demon and spent a majority of his time with her, at least when she allowed it. It seemed as if tonight would be one of those times.
From: Rafia
To: Ciaran
Yo babes, you better be comin' to the festival.
Heard there's goin' to be a lot of interesting people. (;
It seemed like he was well in demand this evening, a fact he was quite pleased with. With a practiced, lazy skill he quickly texted Rafia.
To:Rafia
Message: None quite as interesting as yourself. Trust me, I know. I’ll find you, don’t worry.
Rising to his feet Ciaran quickly and efficiently brushed the sand from his legs and slipped into his jeans. Throwing on his shirt he left it unbuttoned as he pulled on his boots. Grabbing the rest of his gear, the young man took a look around and realized that he’d trekked much further than he thought to reach his current destination. With a quick look to the slowly darkening sky, Ciaran sighed and began to the journey back to his truck
Cerry had finally made it back to the place where he’d began and was glad of it. It was dark now and he still had to head home and shower before he could make the festival. It wouldn’t do to show up smelling like fish. It wasn’t quite the mystique he was going for. Head down, his bright green eyes focused on the impressions his boots made in the sand Ciaran almost didn’t notice the boy in the darkness. Stopping in his tracks, he froze as if he’s just caught sight of a wild animal. Knowing that if he made any sudden movies the boy could very well bolt away. To where, Ciaran didn’t know. All he did know was that the boy was stark naked and seemed out of it. Slowly putting his bit of gear down, he held his hands open, his palms facing the sky. Ciaran was still a good distance from the boy and did his best to seem non-threatening.
“Hey there, friend.” Ciaran called, his voice warm and comforting. “Are you okay, do you need anything? Like clothes, perhaps?" The inquisitive faerie asked, unable to suppress his curiosity about the stranger on the beach.