The Beach, early Saturday afternoon
Dinah did not wake up with a possession-turned-into-a-person this morning. She really didn't love any of her stuff that much. Anything she might have loved like that got lost a long time ago. She would've been grateful to miss out on that, if she'd known about it.
She'd called Merlin earlier, left a handwavey message ( unlike all the drunken texting she did Thursday night), and he'd called her back, and agreed to meet her at the beach when he could.
So now she was just hanging out, capris rolled up, walking in and out of the surf.
[only for the magic not-a-bird guy]
She'd called Merlin earlier, left a handwavey message ( unlike all the drunken texting she did Thursday night), and he'd called her back, and agreed to meet her at the beach when he could.
So now she was just hanging out, capris rolled up, walking in and out of the surf.
[only for the magic not-a-bird guy]