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it's taking him too long... confused hmmm... *puts more sun block lotion*

i think we should. do you know how to go to his house?

okay... *looks at the sand but sees lots of footsteps* you know which footsteps are his? confused

*runs towards you guys with a wooden box in my hands* sorry i took so long, but i think u'll like this *opens the box* sea shells...i've been collecting them since i been here...these are my finest!

"Helloooo!" A voice calls in the distance. A specter appears, dark and light. A young woman, it would seem from the voice. She draws near, seeming not to worry for time. Her hair is messy from the cool island breeze and frequently streaks across her face before finding it's way back to her shoulders. She wears a broad smile which seems to magnify the sparkle in her eyes. Her slow movement seems determined but not rushed. Her cheeks and nose a bright cherry red, her skin a lovely olive complexion. She seems almost mysterious. How could someone move so gently and seem so strong? How strange; but innocent enough. Her voice is slightly nasaly but rich, nonetheless. She seems to be daydreaming even as she looks over the small group of people with intent.
"How are you?" She waits for a response as she watches the group eying her, perplexed. She soaks in every detail of the scene spread out before her. "Oh! What a beautiful sand castle!" she excitedly proclaims. She walks over to it and looks back at the few faces gathered, still awaiting a response of some sort.

"I've been here for a very long time." She smiles softly as her eyes meet his and stoops down to investigate the 'king' in the castle. "Looks like he's happy." she giggles. "I wonder, might you have any news from the mainland? It's been some time since I've seen anyone upon these south shores of the island. I am lacking for company." She looks up and smiles again, glowing. "Mind if I sit with you for a while?" directing her question at the young man who previously engaged her in conversation.

"Hello there, Jesse. I am pleased. My name is Nichole." She extends her hand to him as though she were waiting for a kiss rather than a hand-shake. A breeze gathers her linen gown around her legs and flaps quietly on the other side of her body, flowing this way and that. "It is a spectacular day, today!" she smiles warmly at him, anticipating something.