Who: Lucia and Orion and OPEN What: Exploring a cave, because curious kitty is curious. Where: Down the shoreline, at the cave. When: May 30, afternoon. Warnings: TBD
The sea breeze whipped snarls of hair into her face as she tilted her head back to regard the gaping mouth of the cave's entrance. She lifted a hand to loop the errant strands back behind her ear, but moments later the gesture proved futile, and this time she let it be; having hair in her face was nothing new, and besides, the breeze felt good against her sun-kissed skin. She was definitely sporting some freckles after today's outing of swimming and exploring, both of which had been rewarded with some of the best pistachio gelato she'd ever had and the discovery of the cave.
It was some ways down the beach from the gates of the cirque, nestled into the side of the cliff so as to have gone unnoticed until she happened upon it during a leisurely stroll, lost in the sound of the crashing waves and still licking the last of melted pistachio from the side of her hand. It had piqued her interest, and she had come close enough to peer into the darkness of its maw, but even her superior night vision could not make out more than shadows. It was not this that had caused her to turn and make her way back to the cirque, but rather the insistent... pull she felt in her stomach to go inside.
Or perhaps that had been the five cups of coffee she'd ingested beforehand.
But either way she had gone back to camp to change out of her bathing suit and wash the sea salt from her body. She had time to kill before she was due at work, and for some reason she couldn't get the idea of that cave out of her mind. What was in there? It could have been nothing, just rocks and pools of salt water left over from high tides, but then again it could have been... anything.
So here she was. Back again for round two. Lucia versus rock formation.
Dressed in a man's oversized teeshirt and loosely-fitted linen pants, she stood there for only a moment or two longer to ponder at what might await her within before she took a step forward into the cave's shadow. It was then, though, that movement caught the corner of her eye, and she turned to regard the newcomer with a guarded expression that was vaguely reminiscent of a child who'd just been caught poking around the Christmas presents on Christmas eve.
They were from the cirque, she knew, and she shoved her hands into her pockets and nodded at them in greeting. "Hey."