At the beach.
Whoever designed the weather in this place has another thing coming.
She's only going to suffer the cold for as long as it takes her to walk to the beach, as long as it takes for the hard ground to turn into shifting sand under her feet, until the breeze brings the scent of sea salt along with it. She takes off her boots, rolling her pants up to the knee, and walks into the water, letting it lap over her ankles. Occasionally, she'll kick up, watching the water droplets spray and arc in the air before landing back on the surface with a loud sound.
It's where she'll be, eyes closed against the late afternoon sky, her feet sinking further and further if she manages to stay still, waiting for the moment when the sun will start to disappear behind the horizon.
She's left instructions with Bar to point him in the right direction if his door appears.
When his door appears.
She's feeling optimistic.
She's only going to suffer the cold for as long as it takes her to walk to the beach, as long as it takes for the hard ground to turn into shifting sand under her feet, until the breeze brings the scent of sea salt along with it. She takes off her boots, rolling her pants up to the knee, and walks into the water, letting it lap over her ankles. Occasionally, she'll kick up, watching the water droplets spray and arc in the air before landing back on the surface with a loud sound.
It's where she'll be, eyes closed against the late afternoon sky, her feet sinking further and further if she manages to stay still, waiting for the moment when the sun will start to disappear behind the horizon.
She's left instructions with Bar to point him in the right direction if his door appears.
When his door appears.
She's feeling optimistic.