storm/quen/morgayne | late morning
Her eyebrows raised quizzically, but Morgayne said nothing. Though she'd never had lessons as a child, she'd taken to the water like a fish. Her strokes were artless, focused more on keeping herself afloat than speed or precision, but there was a simple joy to how she weaved between the waves. Swimming always cleared her mind of extraneous thought, and it was the draw that had brought Morgayne to the beach that day. The rest: too much sun, too much sand, and too many people, she could do without.
Luckily, the line for cotton candy had begun to inch forward, bringing the three closer to their long-awaited snack, and Morgayne closer to her time with the ocean.