Post by MALKA S. on Oct 5, 2013 2:58:46 GMT -6
the day had been a good one, malka reflected. had been.
as the last traces of summer disappeared into memory and fall ushered in its cool air, people were drawn less and less to the orchis ocean's shore. rosa beach was one of her favorite spots, but with all of the people that were usually around during the warmer months, she only ever felt comfortable spending time here in the early morning hours, or on days like this. while the approaching cold had driven most people to stay home, malka intended to make the most of the sandy playground while she had it to herself. every single pretty shell was hers for the picking, as well as what she guessed to be an impressive worth of stray jewelry and lost objects. she had filled every pocket she had—even her hood—with spoils, before settling near the water's edge to get down to her real business here.
building sand castles was hard work, but somebody had to do it. what was a beach without sand castles? not much of a beach at all. since nobody else was here to do it, the responsibility fell to her; that was just how these things worked. with just her bare hands, she entirely gave herself away to creating, for once without any concern for her surroundings. from the outside looking in, the occasion wouldn't seem like much; playing alone on a cold beach was hardly a dream vacation, but for malka, it was just about as good as it got. time flew by, as it does, so quickly that the girl didn't even notice as the skies gradually darkened above her.
what started as a few startling raindrops changed quickly and without warning into absolute downpour. for just a moment, the girl went absolutely stiff. entirely abandoning her already deteriorating work, she hurriedly climbed to her feet, looking for anywhere to take shelter. she couldn't afford to stay at the inn tonight, but she couldn't risk getting wet, either; these were her only clothes, and wearing them damp meant getting sick (she had learned this the hard way, more than once). browsing and considering her immediate options, her eyes settled on the picnic tables several yards away. she let free a shallow sigh.
in the present moment, malka had been beneath one of them for a bit over an hour now, and the rain had yet to show any sign of stopping. the umbrella anchored to the tabletop did extra to keep the water out, but still a bit dripped through the gaps in her low makeshift ceiling. one sneeze rattled her body, and then another; probably the most noise she had made in a month, at least. the remains of her sand castle could still be seen off in the distance, nothing more than a slightly defined mound. ah. that was just the way things went sometimes, she knew.
as the last traces of summer disappeared into memory and fall ushered in its cool air, people were drawn less and less to the orchis ocean's shore. rosa beach was one of her favorite spots, but with all of the people that were usually around during the warmer months, she only ever felt comfortable spending time here in the early morning hours, or on days like this. while the approaching cold had driven most people to stay home, malka intended to make the most of the sandy playground while she had it to herself. every single pretty shell was hers for the picking, as well as what she guessed to be an impressive worth of stray jewelry and lost objects. she had filled every pocket she had—even her hood—with spoils, before settling near the water's edge to get down to her real business here.
building sand castles was hard work, but somebody had to do it. what was a beach without sand castles? not much of a beach at all. since nobody else was here to do it, the responsibility fell to her; that was just how these things worked. with just her bare hands, she entirely gave herself away to creating, for once without any concern for her surroundings. from the outside looking in, the occasion wouldn't seem like much; playing alone on a cold beach was hardly a dream vacation, but for malka, it was just about as good as it got. time flew by, as it does, so quickly that the girl didn't even notice as the skies gradually darkened above her.
what started as a few startling raindrops changed quickly and without warning into absolute downpour. for just a moment, the girl went absolutely stiff. entirely abandoning her already deteriorating work, she hurriedly climbed to her feet, looking for anywhere to take shelter. she couldn't afford to stay at the inn tonight, but she couldn't risk getting wet, either; these were her only clothes, and wearing them damp meant getting sick (she had learned this the hard way, more than once). browsing and considering her immediate options, her eyes settled on the picnic tables several yards away. she let free a shallow sigh.
in the present moment, malka had been beneath one of them for a bit over an hour now, and the rain had yet to show any sign of stopping. the umbrella anchored to the tabletop did extra to keep the water out, but still a bit dripped through the gaps in her low makeshift ceiling. one sneeze rattled her body, and then another; probably the most noise she had made in a month, at least. the remains of her sand castle could still be seen off in the distance, nothing more than a slightly defined mound. ah. that was just the way things went sometimes, she knew.
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