Young Writers Society

"What's the coolest place ever here?" Ari asked, nearly jumping up and down in excitement. "We just wanna see EVERYTHING!"

"We have no particular agenda, we are merely explorers," Thanatos explained. "I'm just here to make sure Ari's clumsiness doesn't get him in trouble."

"Oh! The coolest thing..." Damascus' eyes lit up, and he glanced around, as if surveying the entire city in one go. "Let's see- the water is really cool! In both ways, haha, but you both are used to the water I'm sure... the Art Gallery! It's really called a Museum I suppose, but anyway- it's really really fun to look at all of the paintings, and it's close enough to here. Would you like to go?"

He stood up quickly, and then frowned when he was once again aware of his cold, wet pants. He figured that Ari and Thanatos wouldn't mind terribly if he changed them out, and so he did, conjuring more comfortable, dry ones.

"YEAH!" Ari agreed with great enthusiasm, and Thanatos merely nodded.

Damascus gave a single nod and turned, starting to climb down the rocks. There was a clearer path through the docks and out, but he always enjoyed taking the scenic route.

"Oh, follow me!" He called over his shoulder.

Ari bounded after him like a puppy and Thanatos strolled behind the both of them, bringing up the rear.