Closed Ocean Air Tastes So Sweet

[Matthew]

52nd of Summer, 513 AV. Matthew had travelled directly North of the Syliras fortress, taking the short twenty minute hike around the outskirts of the walls. He was a bit familar with the area, having recently visited the nearby hot springs, and could see the Bronze Watchtower looming in the distance. He used both it and the Syliras walls as a means to keep him from wandering in the wrong direction, not at all wanting to get lost in the woods. He had both bad and good memories of getting involved with the ocean and then getting tossed in the middle of the wild. The bad memories had all been events that were lifethreatening. The Harlot was dressed cooly, with light baggy white britches and a simple white vest. The white did a lot of contrast against the creamy tan complexion of his skin, making him wonder if his choice of dress hadn't been wise. It was simple enough and kept him from getting too hot, but it might make him look a little too tan. Setting his jaw and nibbling his lower lip, he glanced down over his figure, adjusting the fit of the shirt here and there. His shoulders rolled and his body wiggled, and only the sight of white beaches in the distance dragged his attentions elsewhere. With the smallest of smiles he quickened his step, breathing in deeply to soak in the smell of salt. He appreciated the wilds, even though they scared him. He had recently made it a point to get out of the city on a daily basis, just so he wouldn't get too frustrated with the gloomy gray stone roof that Syliras forced them to live under. Not that it was a bad thing. It was just a thing that grew old after a few weeks. He kicked off his boots as he reached the sand, then stepped into it with a pleased sigh. The sun hadn't quite penetrated the sand yet, and it was still cool under the surface. Even though he had dressed lightly, the heat of the sun was still causing beads of sweat to pop out across his forehead. Tossing his bangs out of the way, he ran fingers across his brow, trying to keep himself fairly dry in the face of summer. The ocean in front of him was gorgeous, though contained by a cliff face that he would have to climb down. He briefly wondered how so much sand had made it up here, but then decided it was likely the wind. He could feel it from his perch, warm and crisp against his face. Excited with the prospect of a quick dip in the cool salty water, he stepped on, heading to the cliff edge. A small path was apparent, and he quickly took it, carefully making his way down onto the clear beach. Noting that it might be a good idea to be cautious, Matthew took a quick moment to summon his Djed, willing it to sizzle into his brain and deep into his eyes. The blue windows flickered for a moment, and he scanned the shore, checking out the variety of Auras to make sure nothing made him feel too uncomfortable. It all looked to be ordinary (as far as his skills could tell), and satisfied, he stepped closer to the ocean. Pausing, he gave it a suspicious look, the handsome man narrowing his eyes. If he swam in it, would he get swept away like last time? Hopefully not. With a strange glint in his eye, Matthew got to work on rearranging the ocean shore. ******* It had only taken him the better part of a half-dozen bells, but he had done it. Matthew knelt over in the small beach clearing, breathing a bit hard. His vest was undone to reveal slick and sweating defined flesh, showing how much work he had put himself to. A variety of washed up wood had been arranged, along with some kelp and stones. There was a section that required the user to hop from stone to stone, one that required them to run over slippery kelp, and a few different places for jumping and hopping. It would be a good place to practice some flips and jumps, and hopefully the sand would keep him from getting too incredibly beat up. Hopefully.

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

A yawn escaped the bright crimson lips of a red hair woman. The corners of her mouth curled before her hand went over it to hide the rude gesture from anyone that may have seen. She blinked the tiredness from her eyes and looked out into the Suvan Sea from her position on the beach. The position she had in the shade produced by an outcropped of a cliff over head made the sand feel cooler. Much cooler than the sand exposed to the beaming sun and warm, soothing winds.

Her toes wiggled and prodded at the sand, her nose sniffed up the smells of the salty air, and her jade coloured eyes gazed out at the sea and the other patrons of the beach as they walked past her. The beach had been Azcadelia's place of solitude after the incident in the Bronze Woods with the child ghost Fubuki Kouri. It had been deemed unsafe by the red haired maiden herself causing her to retreat into the walls of Syliras for nearly two months.

But now, after emerging from her hibernation - hid away from other shady characters - she took residence at the beach on a daily basis. She had taken a love for the salty air, playful waves and grand sunsets that graced the hopefully cloudless sky with hard purples, romantic pinks, bright oranges and playful yellows.

Azcadelia looked down the length of the beach from where she was as a wave came ashore to tickle her toes. There were families, animals, and sand. The usual company of the beach to be exact and most of them she had known by first name. There was John and Daisy and their son, Michael. Rupert and Harold, Jamison and Abigael, and the list goes on. But there was one man donned in white linen that covered tan skin that she hadn't seen.

What was even more queer about the man is that he was standing or kneeling over what seemed to be a collection of sea junk. It made Azcadelia's natural curiosity wonder but her manners told her not to pry. Instead, she'd stay on her side of the beach and watch. She'd observe as she would always do in situations where manners called for her to not directly comfort someone she deemed interesting.

The wave retreated once more from Azcadelia's petite feet before a hand came down over them. The hand trailed down common linen pants dyed to a faded cream and backup over a cream tunic that was fidgeted with by Azcadelia to fix it around her body and cleavage. Granted it covered her and her valuables greatly it still didn't feel right to not prance around in one of the robes that she had so taken a liking too.

oocIt might take a bit to brush some of my rust off. I haven't RPed here in a while, hehe.