[ She's not in the--what were they called, bathing suits?--that a few of the others wear, instead choosing a dress appropriate for the setting. The weather reminds her of her days back in Essos, minus the humidity. With sand between her toes, warm and comforting, the waves lightly crashing against the shore, it's almost like home. Enough that she takes a moment--with the distant sounds of laughter and conversation wrapping around her--to close her eyes. Breathe it in--
--And promptly get hit by something. She stumbles, more surprised than hurt, and swats down the umbrella, not fully realizing what it is until her hand connects with fabric. It's nothing like what she's seen, bright and strange like all the others along the stretch of sand. Soon, its owner runs over, and she stares at him for a moment, mind struggling to catch up. ]
No, I'm all right. [ Just a little jostled, but she's quick to find composure. Quick to brush her hair from her face as she looks at the newcomer. ] Never expected a visit to the beach to be filled with such danger.
FIVE MILLION YEARS LATE, FORGIVE ME
--And promptly get hit by something. She stumbles, more surprised than hurt, and swats down the umbrella, not fully realizing what it is until her hand connects with fabric. It's nothing like what she's seen, bright and strange like all the others along the stretch of sand. Soon, its owner runs over, and she stares at him for a moment, mind struggling to catch up. ]
No, I'm all right. [ Just a little jostled, but she's quick to find composure. Quick to brush her hair from her face as she looks at the newcomer. ] Never expected a visit to the beach to be filled with such danger.