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The stretch of beach that Adia teleports herself and Cricket to is sparse and pristine. There are no boats in the sky blue water, no signs of human life anywhere around them. The sand itself looks soft enough to sleep on, and the sea breeze is mild. only a hint of the chill that will settle in once the harvest season ends.
"Here we are," Adia says softly, peering at Cricket with a nervous excitement. She's curious to see what he thinks of her home. "We used this spot for some research when we first arrived, but we've left it alone since. Only my boyfriend and I come here."
Once he seems comfortable with the sand beneath his feet, she'll let go of his hand and go about setting up the camping chairs she brought with her. They unfold with only a little effort, and she sets them side by side on the sand. In between, she puts a small cooler with a couple bottles of apple juice, because what kind of hostess would she be otherwise? She just wishes she had more of a selection, but when you grow a lot of apples, that's what you get.
"Here we are," Adia says softly, peering at Cricket with a nervous excitement. She's curious to see what he thinks of her home. "We used this spot for some research when we first arrived, but we've left it alone since. Only my boyfriend and I come here."
Once he seems comfortable with the sand beneath his feet, she'll let go of his hand and go about setting up the camping chairs she brought with her. They unfold with only a little effort, and she sets them side by side on the sand. In between, she puts a small cooler with a couple bottles of apple juice, because what kind of hostess would she be otherwise? She just wishes she had more of a selection, but when you grow a lot of apples, that's what you get.
