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Trinket was just smirking as the bronze skinned teen dragged him along in his wake some people just got antsy in this atmosphere...

Dare waved to ptah as he appraoched and turned his head to smile at trinket " your lucky I can't hear half the noise thats goign on here or I'd so have a headache and if i'm ina bad mood you willbe soon". While dare knew trinket didn't care about his threat he' figured the boy would feel vuagly guilty about kissign others and havign fun while his hearign got worse due to the ruckus. not , that dare minded beign there so much now.

Ptah waved from his position in the sand as the heavy thumps changed and morphed into another song. Trance music this time around. A voice came over the speakers.

"Lets hear it for the tide!" he bellowed.

Ptah smiled, the name of the party hadn't been his bosses idea, but despite that it worked out well.

The Rave had been quite a while ago, but despite that, Raissen found himself returning to the beach time and time again. Something about white sand, sea spray, Mica shards in the rocks made the beach a stunningly beautiful place. Driftwood logs were dancing figures suspended in animation on the soft sand, entwined branches like lovers, enjoying the soft roar of the sea, and the endless blue of the sky. Despite the loveliness of the beach, it was not a popular one. Sea bluffs and underwater rocks made the nearby water more like a lagoon, not good for surfing, though it kept sharks at bay. In the summer, seals often pupped here, too.

Dark blue eyes stretched along the boundless horison, the setting sun casting millions of golden sparkles leaping along the ripples and waves. There was a sense of forever, of eternity. Just what lay out in the endless blue? If you could take to the sky, and chase the sunset, what would you find?

Velvet covered arms rested on skirted knees, bare chin resting over velvet covered arms. The sand and the skin were warm, though with the onset of sunset, the cold air from the sea would be blowing in soon, riding on sprays of foam. Aphrodite was born of sea foam, Raissen thought absently, the goddess of love and beauty.

The sand underneath Ptah's feet gave way slightly and he fell flat on his a** on the beach. <********" he muttered. Looking down he sighed at his own idiocy.

why did I come here again? ... There were so many places I could go just to be away from people. Why here in the ... sand

He shifted in the loose media gaining his footing again. He shuffled down the beach and took a set near the coming tide never even seeing Rassien.

Ptah was sitting near a small out cropping of rocks that met the ocean in a sort of stony kiss. Inpatient in its need he could vision the land ripping its way to the sea.

he thought

He sighed and was on the verge of erupting in frustration when a large slash covered his shoes socks and new skirt. <********! Damn it I knew I shouldn't have come here!" He exclaimed flicking what little water had not soaked in off.

Then he stopped upon hearing something odd and some how comforting.

Wind chimes the idea was bugging him now.



Standing he gave up on trying to fight the ever lasting battle with the sand and instead made his way over the rock crop that was next to him. Suddenly he felt a feeling of irony wash over him. He had worked so hard to get away from people only to meet the one person he wouldn't mind talking to. The top of flaming red hair stood out like a torch to him in the dimming light and over his dark cloak/blanket.

Rassien!

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