Awash in colours of choice, hair stained like the setting sun against the dunes. Eyes, crystallised fractals. Nails held around the lollipop's stick, hard as any carapace. Antennae, a declaration as they bob. A shiver travels up Echo's spine, this was an insect shaped like a person, a beautiful person, (whom Echo wished would turn so she could stare at her ass in those shorts.) and every instinct she doesn't have be dint of her Seeming, called for her to chase and pounce this bug. The warmth of the sun and the scent of new growth, hinted at what enjoyable activities would come after her she pounced.