Sunday Late Evening - Galactica Point

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It had cooled off a little - a very little - from the day, and with the graduation festivities out of the way and tours of the island done, Lissa had admitted to wanting to hang out on the beach a little on her last day.

Rose wasn't sure about the whole beach at night thing, but it wasn't like the darkness was a problem, and it'd be fun to just hang out and talk with her friend and anyone else who wandered by. Probably not skinny dip though. The whole guardian thing plus the water being freezing made that a little difficult.

So after the daily visit to the feeder off-island and taking care of a few other things, Rose and Lissa (and the accompanying men in black) made their waydown to the beach. Rose built a bonfire, kinda surprised that those tips she'd picked up at the winter survival workshop a few months back actually worked so well, and both girls found spots on a blanket to listen to the waves. And talk. And roast marshmallows and eat the lunch they'd picked up. And talk. There was no danger of a shortage of talking.

[Yep, totally open. Just like the sky. And the water. And - no, that's just mean.]

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For once they were on the beach and he wasn't covered with sand, and so Dimitri could simply smile at the girl's exchange as he swished water in his mouth to keep his teeth from rotting out for all the sugar stuck to them.