@sabaking :
If there was one thing that Spica could pride himself in -- aside from perhaps being able to use his magic -- it would be map making. Upon coming to the city, a concrete map was the only thing he couldn’t find any records of. So, why not make one himself?
The first thing he wanted to make of note was any bodies of water, namely the beach. Following the shoreline, he tries to make a rough sketch of some of the notable structures, be it rocks or buildings, but-!
With his head buried in his notes, he doesn’t take note of the rising tide, at least not until a huge wave knocks him over! As he struggles to get up, however, his trusty notepad is being washed back out into the sea.
“...!!!” Worriedly, he tries to nab it, but its’ already far out. Can he swim for it? Probably not, but...oh! Maybe the person out there could get it for him?
He begins waving his hands frantically about, hoping to get the person’s attention.
