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dinah had missed the sea.
she couldn't remember the last time she'd come near it. the coast she remembered from her adolescence was not nearly so... cliff-y. but it is still nice; the cool, salty air feels good upon her face, and so too do the sunbeams bouncing off the rocks. the sand is tougher here, but the sensation of it is welcomed all the same. it was different, and in some way this hurt her heart, but it is also a good difference. it is new.
almost instinctively, she noses along the shore for seashells. maybe if she found a nice one, she could bring it back for — ah. she's pulled from her thoughts rather suddenly by the sight of a phantom standing ankle-deep in the waves. he is tall, dark, and handsome! dinah had never before felt such a strange feeling in her gut.
she approaches with her head low, as if she was afraid he might run away screaming if he turned to look at her. her smile is bashful. you ever seen the ocean before?