The sun had gone down long ago and she had tucked her palmhusk into the waistband of her skirt. It was a slightly chilly night to anyone who wasn’t coldblooded, but it felt warm to her. The moon hung in the sky, nary obscured by any clouds. The lights of a million distant stars twinkled down on her as a small wind toyed with small locks of her long, wavy hair.
Her cheeks and shoulders glowed lightly with the bioluminescence that the freckles on her skin carried. She lifted her chin as she listened to the Atlantic ocean break over the beach and onto her bare feet. Her eyes were closed, appreciating the sound of the wind against her earfins.
Another wave crashed over her feet as she began to walk down the beach, folding her arms over her form beneath her chest and letting her senses carry her down the beach. Occasional she could feel a crab scuttle over her toes, making her grin just a bit more. It was a perfect night.










