One at first, then three, then a dozen, then dozens, the obsidian-gold carapaces of large crabs breaking the sand surface and hauling themselves upright in the golden bloom light, each one the size of a large table, their eyes and bodies glittering with Seidr Source light that brightened as the Illumination Flowers above reached their full bloom.
The crabs looked around.
They looked at each other.
Then one of them raised a claw.
What followed could only be described as a dance.
It started with the one who had raised the claw, the movement rhythmic and deliberate, the claw dropping and rising in a pattern that carried the specific quality of something practiced rather than improvised.
