A Secluded Area of the Beach, Wednesday Early Evening

Jun 16, 2010 10:38

It was early evening when Rosalind headed down to the beach, the wind tugging at her hair, her suit, around her ankles as she walked.

The waves lapped against the shore and she paused for a moment to just study the ocean. She had told Reno that the ocean was comforting because it didn't care. Nothing was vast enough to make it pay attention. All problems were small with it as the backdrop.

There were reasons upon reasons that, when Elena had called her last night, Rosalind had decided that she wanted to meet here, if they were to meet at all.

Where the sand met the water and the sky went on forever. Nothing mattered but breathing in and breathing out.

She waited patiently. The ocean held her captive and Rosalind was glad to be there. It was easy to breathe, here. Suffocating as she had been, was, under too many thoughts of what had happened to another her...

This counted as peace. The ocean didn’t care.

If she stayed here long enough, perhaps the peace would seep into her and soothe her sorely agitated mind?

[For that sister of hers only, please. Up early for SP, yo.]

where: the beach, family: elena

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