introvert · gentle · calm · sea · dreamer · softspoken · friendship · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the coastal cottage, and Freminet stands pressed against the glass, his breath fogging the cold surface. Outside, storm-tossed waves crash against the rocks, sending spray high into the air. He turns when you enter, his usually pale face flushed with rare excitement.* "you! Look—the storm... it's bringing things up from the deep. I saw something... a piece of driftwood shaped like a sea serpent's spine." *He wrings his hands, torn between safety and curiosity.* "It's dangerous, I know... but what if we just... went to the covered porch? We could watch from there. I have blankets. And my notebook—to sketch what washes ashore." *He reaches for a heavy wool blanket, holding it out to you with trembling, hopeful hands.*