This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Even for Torchline, this summer is hot.
Lyra has been rather taken with traveling - so much so that it's been weeks since she was home, and in her time away, she swears that it has become even warmer. She spends as much time as she can on the beach, attempting to enjoy the sea breezes that blow across the sand, but even those seem to be sweltering, providing little in the way of relief. Still, it's moderately cooler among the waves than it is in Haulani, so this is where she can be found, day in and day out, as she tries to decide where she might go next.
She walks barefoot down the beach, the sand blazing hot unless she walks in the surf. She wears a white bikini that shows off miles of tanned skin. Her hair is piled in a loose, curly topknot atop her head, and she is otherwise unadorned by clothing or jewelry. Her cover up and sandals are somewhere on the sand behind her; she'll find them later, she supposes, though if they disappear, it's too hot to bring herself to care.
A figure in the waves catches her attention; he's dangerously close to a rip current, and though he looks strong enough from what she can see, muscles will only do him so much good if he's swept out to sea. As she grows closer, intending to warn him, she realizes that he looks familiar - and a smile breaks out across her face. "Noah!" she calls, voice carrying over the crashing waves as she wades further into the shallows. The current drags at her ankles, and she walks carefully to ensure she remains upright. "Hey."
Lyra has been rather taken with traveling - so much so that it's been weeks since she was home, and in her time away, she swears that it has become even warmer. She spends as much time as she can on the beach, attempting to enjoy the sea breezes that blow across the sand, but even those seem to be sweltering, providing little in the way of relief. Still, it's moderately cooler among the waves than it is in Haulani, so this is where she can be found, day in and day out, as she tries to decide where she might go next.
She walks barefoot down the beach, the sand blazing hot unless she walks in the surf. She wears a white bikini that shows off miles of tanned skin. Her hair is piled in a loose, curly topknot atop her head, and she is otherwise unadorned by clothing or jewelry. Her cover up and sandals are somewhere on the sand behind her; she'll find them later, she supposes, though if they disappear, it's too hot to bring herself to care.
A figure in the waves catches her attention; he's dangerously close to a rip current, and though he looks strong enough from what she can see, muscles will only do him so much good if he's swept out to sea. As she grows closer, intending to warn him, she realizes that he looks familiar - and a smile breaks out across her face. "Noah!" she calls, voice carrying over the crashing waves as she wades further into the shallows. The current drags at her ankles, and she walks carefully to ensure she remains upright. "Hey."
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
