The beach, Saturday afternoon

[blondecanary]

After a stupidly awkward moment or two in the Common Room, Dinah had taken off at full speed on her planned run through town until she got to the beach, running flat-out until she had to stop. She sat down on the sand and gulped her water, watching the waves come in for several minutes

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[youcantfollow]

Griff happened to be spending time on the beach working on his sketches of water. They weren't particularly interesting, but he knew it was what he needed the most work on.

Spotting Dinah, Griff lifted his hand in a sort of wave. "Hey there!"

[blondecanary]

"Griff! Hey." Dinah slogged over the sand to see him, and tilted her head sideways. "Sketching?"

[youcantfollow]

"Makin' an attempt, yeah," he shrugged, not really fond of what he'd been drawing. "Enjoying your jog?"

[blondecanary]

"Mostly. Still sore from yesterday," she said, crouching down, then taking a seat next to him. "Fighting alligators and slogging through sewers. Water?" She offered her bottle, and considered his drawings. She'd thought he and Fiona were... well. Clearly she'd gotten that one wrong.

[anarchist_queen]

"So." Leda said, looking out at the bay. She walked down onto the sand, almost tentatively. "This is a beach."

...prior to talking to Griff

[blondecanary]

Dinah gave her an eyebrow, then remembered how many people she knew grew up in the desert, and said, "Yup. Water plus sand. Just add atmosphere."

Re: ...prior to talking to Griff

[anarchist_queen]

"I grew up in the midwest." Leda said. "Never seen one before except in pictures." She looked at Dinah. "Have we met yet?"

Re: ...prior to talking to Griff

[blondecanary]

"I don't think so?" Dinah wasn't sure if she'd seen the other girl around at the newbie picnic, so she smiled and said, "Hey. Dinah Lance. Up on third floor, been here since January."