Riverside Reverie

[Seraphina]

A beach in Sacramento?! Damn right the Nix was all about checking that out! And while she knew it wouldn’t be as breathtaking as a beach in Florida or even in southern California, she still wanted to see it.

She had found a sundress while out the other day and this was the perfect chance to wear it. The color was bright, there was no denying that, but the way the fabric moved is what drew her to it. It had a plunging neckline and slits in the front that showcased her long legs when she walked.
Her hair was partially tied back, but still long and flowing effortlessly down her back.

Seeing the sandy beach brought a bright smile to her face as she removed her sandals and stepping onto it. Toes curling in the sand, loving the feel of the tiny grains moving around.

The Treasured was so happy with the sand that she almost, almost, didn’t see the other Lost.

A new face, not one she had seen before, sitting in a chair. Drawing? Sketching? Whatever it was, it drew her attention more than the amazing sand on her feet.

So she walks over, one hand holding her sandals, the other raised in a small greeting. The light glinting off her gilded skin.

“Hi!” came the angelic voice, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Her tone friendly. “I’m Seraphina, but you can just call me Sera. Mind if I join you?”

[Circe]

The beach wasn't news to the Lost currently swimming at it. Said lost was trying out a new accessory for her current suit. A red snorkel to match her red bikini. Snorkeling would be a fine reason not to notice a feathered metal giantess. That'd be her excuse. Hey, at least she noticed her blue fingers were starting to prune.

Calm blue water was shattered by loud splashing as blue figure stood up in the water. A shake of her head moved bone white hair off the goggles as she started to walk to the beach from chest depth. Removing the goggles meant she had to close her eyes while walking. How did you keep them from getting water in them?

Red eyes opened and while scanning for her spot she finally noticed a familiar Treasure with an unfamiliar companion. Circe stopped shin deep in the water as she saw them. Then shrugged and headed for her bag and blanket, giving a wave hello, "Hey Sera!"

Her spot on the beach wasn't close enough for casual conversation but it wasn't on the opposite side of the beach either. Circe could join them after she'd dried a bit. Or if the noob tried to hurt Sera.

[Seraphina]

Hearing her name from someone other than the Lost in front of her, sapphires turn and follow the voice. Spotting the Summer, who it seems was enjoying the water. Her hand is raised, “Hey Circe!” calls back the Treasured.

Since it appeared the Fairest was gathering her things, she focuses back on the woman in front of her.

Sapphires look at the drawing, widening with excitement, “That’s beautiful!” she gushed, her tone honest. She had always admired those who could draw or paint, it was a talent she never picked up on. A true talent. “You’re very talented.” She says to the woman with a warm smile.

The orange feathers were different, but in a good way, the color seemed to fit her. And she hadn’t seen many Lost with tails lately.

Blinking, “Area?” she asks, then shakes her head, “I live around here, but it’s not mine.” Nope, she wouldn’t claim it. “And pleased to meet you Cyndee. Do you come here often? It’s my first time here actually, heard some people talking about it and had to check it out.”

[Circe]

Sapphires and rubies meet, yet onwards to her towel goes the red eyed elf's feet. It was good to see sera wasn't having a problem yet. Circe's 2 bags were still in place and she wasted no time in getting a towel from the tan tote bag. It could be red with white stripes or white with red stripes, depending on whom you asked.

Circe kept Sera and the feathery Lost in her peripheral vision as she dried off, her observation was only halted when she had to dry her hair. As the pair talked, Circe tied her locks into a pony tail and once she felt dry enough retrieved a denim jacket to wear atop her suit. Towel tucked under one arm, the gunbunny smurfette grabbed the tote and the smaller red bag as she walked over to the meet and greet.

Circe only caught the tail end of the conversation, "Second visit for me Sera," she said as she got closer, "Though I have less swimmin' buddies this time," laughing as she walked up sadly facing the back of Cyndee's easel. "Who's yer new friend?"

[Seraphina]

A warm smile was offered to Circe as she finally approached, “Had I known it would be so beautiful here, I would have brought my suit. Maybe we’ll have to set up a time and meet up for some swimming.” She suggested to the Summer.

“This is Cyndee, with two E’s.” she replies before turning to Cyndee, “And this is Circe.” There, everyone knew each other’s name.

“You sell art? I’ve been looking for local artists to display in my coffee shop if you’re interested. And I bet adding color really makes it pop. But I personally kinda like it without the color. Forces you to fill in what you think the water and beach should look like.” Maybe it was just her.

“Have you always been an artist?” she asks, “I’ve always admired how people can take an empty piece of paper and bring it to life. I can’t even draw a stick figure.” She tries to joke with a smile.

Then the remark about Fairest. She feels herself begin to bristle, but decides this wasn’t the place to debate it. Everyone had opinions about each Lost, some times they were right, but sometimes they were wrong.

She looks to Circe, curious about what the elf had to say.

[Circe]

As Sera introduced her Circe give a little wave hello and a smile, "Yo." That was good right.

The Summer Queen's feet move as she circles around behind Cyndee. Her eyes only leave the Beast upon seeing the easel, "Landscaping with paint instead of clippers? Better then I can do." The smaller bag was dropped with no sand thanks to the sand. Indifferent to how her fellow Fairest or the Beast reacted, Circe knelt down to open the bag. She giggles, "Good idea Sera, better then club member portraits. Sometimes ya forget yer game face."

Sunlight glittered off of glass within, the bottles clinking as she fished one out. Screw cap was removed and Circe downed a third of the bottle before even standing up, "Ah," the bottle of water was held up, "Ya want one?"

The question seemed directed at neither lady.

Beneath the Mask of normalcy, Circe's left ear twitched as red cat slit eyes stared at Cyndee. A gust of dry desert heat came from nowhere as her Summer Mantle manifested in response to Cyndee. Circe's left eyebrow raised. Then a cheeky grin oozed its way across her face, "Nope," she holds up her free hand and waggles her index finger in the negative, "Ya ain't doin' that without at least a few dates first," she'd certainly heard Cyndee.

The elf couldn't blame her. Many Fairest boys and girls were complete arrogant asses. Circe considered herself superior to those Fairest by dint of admitting to it.