adventure isn't my strong suit

PHOEBE

Torchline wasn't all bad, Phoebe had decided. The warm weather was nice. The sea-salt breeze was refreshing. As she walked down the beach in a thin, flowy knee-length dress, barefoot and hair free, she could almost forget that the frigid winter months were nearly upon them. Wide brown eyes cast down at her feet, sand squishing up between her toes, only to be washed away by the waves as they rolled in and out. Pim too enjoyed the weather, soaring about above her, occasionally chasing a Hel or two about.

She noticed a man out in the water, but didn't think terribly much about it. Who wouldn't want to be out enjoying the view and weather here after all? Eventually she found a place to sit so the waves still lapped at her feet but did not reach past her knees, face tilting up to the sun.

I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy