[P] turn the waves to concrete

[Damascus]

DAMASCUS TO THE MARROW OF MY BONES "Hey Damascus!" The brute swivelled his giant head to face the familiar voice as a volley of hooves crossed the sand to meet him by the water's edge, his slightly slower brain taking a moment or two to process the youngster's name. Maude - the crying one who today wept no more. "Maude!" Damascus chirped boyishly, starry eyes oogling over the darling female. While he did stare ever so slightly, it was only out of happiness that she had arrived (and, perhaps, that he wished to admire her figure and see if she did the same in return), "Watching of fishes I be doing" he would then explain after she quizzed him on what had drawn him out to the seaside. "Looks" he would then instruct, Stretching his nose as far as it could go and angling his eyes down upon slinking school of tiny bait fish. "Baby ones". The jerboa had by now taken up most of his energy traversing the length of Damascus's tail until he reached it's crest, giving a cough and splutter upon reaching his destination on Damascus's spine, though upon realising he had left the collection of shells at the bottom of the climb he gave a squeak of despair. This went almost totally unheard by Damascus who once against was staring at Maude through silver eyes.