Who: Natasha and Hela What: First impression of sister-in-law When: September 17, early afternoon Where: Laguna Beach Rating: Low Status: Completed
This afternoon was a perfect afternoon for first encounters. The sun had begun to edge its way into the western sky, when Natasha would arrive at the designated spot at the beach stood a surfboard buried in the dunes, attached yellow sticky note that read in elegant script:
Natasha, Take the board and follow Garm. Leave your things in the tent. He’ll protect them. ~ Hela
From the shadows emerged a large black dog who sat in attention, who had been quietly sitting vigil over the prized hybrid board, started forward from the sand dune to greet the redhead. He gently mouthed her hand before dutifully leading her across the sand, a short walk away from the water’s edge before settling into his guard post, lounging in the comfortable beach tent. Inside the shaded rested an outstretch oversize towel in the cool sand, small dish of water, a small wooden folding table with a pair of sunglasses, beachball, cloth duffle bag and a cooler.
A little further in roll of the water bobbed the silhouette of a woman on the board. She was tall, toned but curvaceous, but how pale against the sky and glassy water’s wake and dark, crowned with a black waist-length fishtail braid. When she spotted the other woman, a red smile broke across her face, "Natasha," she happily called and waved gesturing for woman to join her in the water. But considering how rough the breaking waves were at the surf, it wasn't surprising why Hela had recommended a one-piece, Hela decided to meet Natasha halfway knowing how intimidating surfing could be to first-timers.
In a smooth motion, she lowers onto her board, the smooth strokes of her powerful arms adroitly following the pull in the water to the peak slipping onto her knees, and then slid the board down into shoulder and stands, leaning into the curl her hand stroking the wall of water, as she rode the tube until it began to barrel, narrowing the tube with the threat of a blue crush closing in and breaks into whitewater, Hela reappears at the shoreline with the board tucked under her arm.
"You must be Natasha," her smiling blue eyes greet her future sister-in-law as she extends a wet salty hand. "It’s good to finally meet you. Did you want to surf and talk or just beach bum in the tent, chat, and pig out? Or we surf then come back to eat and bum. I leave it entirely up to you."