There was a laugh as she watched Mo start to swing, leaning back so her body was pulled in a straight line, arms taught as she let the wind whip over her skin, through her hair. It wasn't long before she pressed her legs together, toeing off the sandals she had pulled on, letting them fall to the sand without another thought.
"That's because I started first, silly goose," she called back to her, giggling again, oblivious at what Mo was looking out in the distance.