Tea Party

[Dust]

The waters lapped gently at the beach, the ocean rolling onto itself as the world breathed in and out. The air tasted like sea-salt taffy and brushed against the face of a young man. The sun beating down on his blank white face, which is turned up at the sky. His light-colored hair surrounded his head, the braid off one side being the only clumped up section. Hoseki went for hours undisturbed, the fact that he had not vanished completely meant that he was alive and well enough.

Two very pale shadows cast across his form.

"Who do you think he is?" A young voice asked.

"I don't know, but maybe we shouldn't bother him. He could be sleeping." Another voice spoke back. "He could be a prime. We don't want to bother him if he is."

"But what if he's hurt?" The first asked.

"If he's a prime, he will be fine. Let's go." The second voice tried, getting further away and thus harder to hear due to his distance from the doll growing. One of the shadow's drifted away fully.

The other remained. "I don't think we should..." She replied, turning around.

She was of 3 foot tall, maybe more. Her light teal hair was pulled up in a top-bun, her sparkingly blue eyes looked down at the stranger in the sand. She clung to a huge pastel yellow bunny rabbit stuffed animal to the chest of her brown and yellow plaid over-alls. Her crisp white shirt ended in a circular collar that folded nearly where it was buttoned all the way up. She looked down at the washed-up hero, and just watched him.

Watching...

Watching...

Watching.

As she tried to come to terms with what she should do Jenna found herself staring.

She jumped when the washed-up man's eyes flick open quickly, his dull staring straight into her eyes. She let out a small squeal and hide in the ears of her rabbit. "DON'T HURT ME!" Jenna whimpered.