Cerulean Cape earth to herc, come in herc -

well now. this was interesting.

if the other hadn't been speaking and hadn't had the splashes of color upon him, she would have missed him entirely. the blacks and oranges spoke against the sand as he rolled, and all Heloise could do was watch from her spot. she had come upon him by accident, walking around the coast in thought, and now... she was faced with this. "having fun?" she would muse as she neared the young man, her head lowering to sniff idly at the sand he had thrown about.

he seemed to be nodding off, so she did not speak further. if he did not answer her, she would move away and allow him his peace. for now, the woman was content to watch with some amusement sparkling in her otherwise cold eyes. for one moment, she would wonder how the sand felt on her coat. then again, she did not think she had the capacity to be so carefree. 'fun' was not something she reveled in. it was only part of her vocabulary.