fandomtownies | The Beach, Monday Afternoon

The beach held a certain fascination for Cosette, who had never lived anywhere beside the shore before she came to Fandom, and while she still preferred to spend hours in explorations of the preserve where she could surround herself with animals and plant life she found the beach relaxing.

It seemed like a good place to be today, so there Cosette was with her knees tucked up against her chest and her toes dug into the sand, looking out at the water; the rhythm of the waves was soothing somehow, and watching them crash against the sand was oddly cathartic. Perhaps she'd call her father later; she was sure he'd have no objection if she wanted to come over for dinner. Perhaps she'd ask him a few questions, too. He was intractably tight-lipped about his own past, no matter how good Cosette was at cajoling him into just about anything else, but perhaps she could persuade him to help her fill in the blanks about the night he found her. There wasn't much she could do about that now but face up to it.

[OOC: Totally open. Apologies in advance for slowness, basically like always.]