The Beach, Friday, Lunchtime
So that was the ocean. Karla hugged herself a little, grinning a large, dopey smile. Even though the day was cloudy, the beach was still beautiful. The water had a slightly gray cast to it, a reflection of the overcast sky, but that didn't stop Karla from hiking up her skirt to knee-height and wading, calf-deep, in the water, kicking up great big splashes of it. Ben was supposed to be showing up for an airwalking lesson (one that would be taking place on the ground this time, lucky him), but until he did, Karla was free to laugh and play like she was nine again.
Within minutes she was soaking wet, and shivering whenever the wind blew, but who cared? It was the ocean.
[OOC: For Ben, though its a free and open beach]
Within minutes she was soaking wet, and shivering whenever the wind blew, but who cared? It was the ocean.
[OOC: For Ben, though its a free and open beach]