For Eloise, the beach was a little less like heaven: more an empty space, too windy for much thinking in, where regardless of sunscreen and sunhats a new line of freckles had appeared across her nose. At least the water was lovely, though; it was nice to walk and stand with her feet in the water, throw sticks for Dog. Their trajectory was carefully plotted over dunes of hot sand and dry grasses.
No, she wasn't purposefully avoiding the others. It was just a habit, something she was barely aware of now.
Night was beginning to fall now. How long had it been since she'd seen a sun set like this one? The water was prettier than miles of concrete and small town. Ossining. A place of nothing at all, really. It became deader and deader the more time they spent wandering its streets.
David and his chair appeared before Ellie really noticed; she spent nearly half a minute wandering up before fully realizing that it was him, and not some sort of odd hallucination. Rolling.
Hi, she waved, finally removing the sunhat. There was no need for it anymore, not with night falling -- except perhaps to cover spikes of messy hair, half red and half coffee-dark. (The dye had recently begun its fade.) She wasn't really a pixie anymore. Too scruffy for that.
After a small moment of consideration now, Ellie took a few silent steps up to David's chair. Then she set the straw sunhat thoughtfully upon his head, adjusting it for optimum positioning.