Beaches? Meteor never really was around a beach before. While he had seen the ocean while wandering the freelands a bit he had yet to really experience the apparent interest of a beach. He wasn’t sure if he would like it. He heard there was sand and it got everywhere and the water wasn’t like that you found in rivers but was more sticky feeling and you couldn’t drink it. He could always smell it looking down from the cliff sides of Moladion, but he wasn’t sure he saw the draw of it. ”I have never been to a beach before.” He admitted to the male, pondering this for a moment before pondering hard that if anywhere on their journeys he and Sen had come across one.

He shook his head before mentioning his grandmother, and the pondering Arturio’s green eyes suddenly opened in shock. That was how most people reacted, they thought he was weird and crazy. Meteor Rain expected some words as such but he didn’t expect an actual efficacious result at bringing up such abilities. He had always hoped for such a thing, but he said instead that his mother threatened to breath fire on them if they misbehaved. It was Meteor Rain’s turn to sit there and blink in disbelief at his words. No one, not even Senketsu who was told the same fantastical tales as he was believed it. It took him a few moments of stunned silence, and even then the white male laid it on further by saying he bet Meteor’s grandmother could fly too. ”Father said she could.” He breathed quietly, his own emerald eyes going wide. ”You… you aren’t pulling my tail or nothin’? Your mom could do those things too?” The wolf asked again in awe though he was wondering really this male was being truthful, but he didn’t seem like the type when the first talked that would play a prank like that. Or maybe he thought Meteor Rain wasn’t serious? So he made a silly joke too?

The male though was easy to give his name, Arturio. Meteor Rain planned to commit to to memory in case he wanted to find the male again. Surely if he was telling the truth he had to go shove him in Sen’s smug, little face. That was another wolf outside their family that knew about! Surely that had to mean something. ”So you aren’t from around here too then, Art? The place I came from was far from my father’s old home, a lot of my family stuck together over the years after they wandered, but I was told things weren’t as easy out here as it was at their old home.” He teased out there, wondering if he would say the mythic name of his family’s homeland.