Stepping back, Mo put her eyes to the ground again, surveying this new spot for any of her quarry. "Like this," she struggled to fish one out of her pocket, but managed after a moment. "They're flat and kinda small, but not too small." The one she had in her hand was rounded on the edges, which she thought tended to work better, but maybe that was a skill issue and not a rock issue.

"I'm trying to collect a whole bunch so I can go back to the dock and skip them." Mo explained as she bent down to examine a possibility, but dismissed it after picking it up. The bottom was much bigger than the top let on, so it definitely wouldn't work. She had to wonder briefly, if this behavior made her look a little odd, but Mo had never quite been the kind to worry about what other people thought. She needed a good outlet that wasn't flying and without the benefit of having her bow with her, she had to settle for skipping rocks. "You're welcome to join me if you like." She took another step further down the bank and bent to investigate that little crop of rocks next.