Re: minor warnings.
Now this one, this one is familiar, and it brings a laugh bubbling out of her, sand clinging to her lips as she grins into it. She remembered that little boy, all dark hair and scowls, and she remembered how to wrap him around her finger even then. It's strange to see it from his eyes though, the emotions that don't play upon her face, and idly, as she remembers, Sophie reaches out to play a hand in the sand, building it up in a pile, pressing it down moments later.