Playing Along
Writing Submission for the "Beach Episode" Event!
On a day like today, Consus wouldn’t be particularly bothered by the Starwell sand if it was under his hooves, but instead, it was flying in nearly every direction and getting into everything. He could only sigh and hope that any stray hits or dives as decided by the nearby volleyball game would spew the geyser of sand in any other place than his fur.
The sporadic yells of Vatos and Boingo filled the air, exclaiming silly little quips as they smacked the ball at one another. The two browbirds weren’t often the sporty types, but they were energetic enough to play a few games, mix some drinks, come by to talk… and start the whole process all over again. Last time, it was a contest to see who could build the biggest sand castle without having a tower topple, or putting on several pairs of sunglasses and seeing who could reach a line drawn in the wet sand first. Some amount of bickering was present, but no one could argue that tripping over a stray mangee in the sand complicated the results.
The painted satyr twisted his face up into a small grimace as he imagined the possibility of being dragged into a game of salty “marco polo”... or even being splashed or thrown around at the minimum.
As if his thoughts were heard, balled up, and thrown right back into his face, the volleyball from the nearby game crash landed in front of where Consus was seated; sand ejected from the beach into seemingly every strand of hair and fur that covered his body. Vatos and Boingo came running with some shred of apologetic expression dawning on their faces, but appeared to not be able to hold back their cackles.
Consus could only let out a few puffs of air as he shook out his hair and angrily stood up, taking the ball in hand. In response, the browbirds held out their hands so that they could get the ball for the next serve… but when Consus stepped forwards with a competitive glare, the three headed back out to the net to see who could reign as king of the beach.
Perhaps there was some merit in playing along after all.
END. 373 Words