[ Natasha continues to play even when she looks up and can make out the man being awake. Or attempting to be. She tries to smother a smile, tilting her head back down and seamlessly morphing into a new song.
Anya, still on the other crate, spots him being awake finally and waves to him. ]
[The chirp of a voice cannot be denied. His smile spreads and he finally sits up. The sand clings to his skin. Frank has to brush it from him.]
Aye. Yes.
[The fairies or alleged spirits of the forest and sea didn't sweep them away in the night. And the music carries through. The expanse between the sand, sea and sky is filled up to the brim in a way one would never expect. He eases to his feet and stretches. The gulls flutter and chill of the morning is nothing on the way the light and the sound together just bright to life the morning.]
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Anya, still on the other crate, spots him being awake finally and waves to him. ]
Sleepyhead!
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Aye. Yes.
[The fairies or alleged spirits of the forest and sea didn't sweep them away in the night. And the music carries through. The expanse between the sand, sea and sky is filled up to the brim in a way one would never expect. He eases to his feet and stretches. The gulls flutter and chill of the morning is nothing on the way the light and the sound together just bright to life the morning.]
Did you and the lady sleep well, little miss?