"It's nice, yeah. Sometimes I think it's a bit too remote, that I might have more to do or more people I knew if I lived in the city, but then if I want to I can just go out to the shops for lunch, or have a drink somewhere at the end of the day, and if I lived in Diagon all the time, I'd never get out." Sana refrained from mentioning the parallel of Azah living so close to her family's restaurant. They turned off the main path a moment later, and started on a smaller one that cut through the little grove to the other side. "Besides," she said as they neared the other edge of the treeline, and the sound of the crashing shore grew perceptibly louder, "if I lived there, I wouldn't get to come home to this, or use it to impress you when you come over."
Sana stepped aside once they had reached where the ocean came into view, giving Azah a better vantage point of cresting cliffs and crashing waves below, and the little cottage too. It was still too chilly to really have all of the considerable number of windows flung open, but the glass still let in the light she loved for her bedroom-turned-art-studio, and in the summer the breezes would sweep in the smell of salt intermingling with sand. "I'd suggest a picnic," Sana smiled, "but the wind never really seems to completely die down."