Profile Avilli-018: Amarine

  The sun beat down mercilessly upon the beach below, but the sound of the eternal in and out of waves, and the hiss of sand rapidly flying into the air did not abate. The granules glittered like small peices of treasure before they fell to the earth, but they were of no interest to the digger. At one time, when she was far smaller, she would have mistaken every shiny bit of rock or gravel as treasure. But Amarine was not that young anymore. As a young adult, she knew a bit bet...