[P] turn the waves to concrete

[Damascus]

DAMASCUS TO THE MARROW OF MY BONES New vously he watched and waited, piercing eyes never leaving hers  until she gave him a response. A panting burst of joyful air escaped his lips, soon to be closed with a blush and a shy grin - did he actually bring her joy too? Or was she just returning the compliment? The joy that filled his heart began to fade as concern, doubt and fear gripped at the ledges surrounding it and began to scratch it's icy nails over his throbbing chest.  While his smile had faded, his kindling feelings for Maude had not. Still he wished to impress her and show her all the wonderful things could do - he only hoped that in return she would teach him about her own self. "Doing you what Maude when you spare time having?" he pondered, questioning her on her interests. Did she like flowers, or was she the kind of female to appreciate other kinds of nature (or none at all)? "Favorite colours be which to you?" he then questioned, silver eyes switching from the ocean to the crab now scuttling once again beneath the waves.  "This Dohv"  The jerboa was peering down at the doe by now, a paw outstretched toward her growing antlers and the shiny pearls that clung to them. Damascus had never seen pearls before, but they reminded him of the stars and many of the things that were glittery and precious to him. "He be a mouse". Dohv was not a mouse, but Dohv didn't know that - and he was close enough.