Vesper guides the girl, no more than ten years old - a tiny little thing with a pale disposition to their spot in the sand. She'd apparently been very sick lately and begged to go out with her dear uncle. Mm. She's probably not feeling great about being pawned off to some stranger. "Hey, Mister! Bring me every single seashell on the beach, now!" A bratty command from a spoiled princess, but one that the boy would oblige with a smile. "Your wish is my command~" Ves scampers away, digging out every tiny shell he can to deliver to the girl staring at him with watchful, inquisitive eyes. Thankfully it doesn't take long. The beach was already mostly barren of seashells from other prospective scavengers, but Ves had completed his quest, delivering all the treasure he was able to find at her feet. "Here you go, Princess Blair~ I have secured all the gems in the land~!" A smile and playful ring in his voice as he bows in servitude, all too happy to play in her space if it means she is having a good time.
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