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Lele would have remained the picture perfect model for a romantically melancholic marine scenery were it not for a wave that washed over her, filling her nostrils and ears with saltwater and eyes with tiny particles of sand. She sprang to her feet immediately, spluttering and coughing, shaking her head to rid of the excess water and stumbled back to the shore. Once there she did another round of drying herself and only then did she notice that she had been watched. 

Strangers did not scare her, but for a moment there she felt very uneasy. Because it is one thing to live with the realization that you have suffered from violence, it is completely the other, if someone else witnesses this and asks questions. If not out loud, then you can read the curiousity in their eyes. What would Larkspur do?  She was not overly fond of her step-mom and had suffered far more from her than actually learned (or learned very well, who she did not wish to be), but at times like these, when there was a possibility of inquiries that she did not choose to answer, it was easier to think about that viper of a wolf. 

Most likely tell him to eff off and offer a bit of encouragement, if they did not understand on the first go. But this was not Lele's way of handling things, though imagining her stepmom here and now brought a ghost of a smile to her face. It was better therefore to be the first to start a conversation: "Hey! If you want to go for a swim - the water's frickin' cold." She told him, approaching close enough to be heard, but remained within a safe distance.

Long time no see! :)