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Fabrice is adjusting, after the disaster of the free cruise and subsequent island...adventures. Coming off the heels of his own returning memories, the recent events of his life are a lot to take in and reconcile himself with. He feels better, having returned to Siren Cove. The salt water in the air refreshes his lungs as he walks along the beach, shoes in hand as he drags his feet through the sand. He's half-tempted to just run off into the waves, without a care in the world.
Like an idiot, he's forgotten sunblock, though, and he curses himself at the prospect. But then, he supposes he wouldn't be himself if he had his head entirely on his shoulders. Sea gulls gather at the scraps he passes by, and, of course, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore rings in his ears like a lullaby.
He's on a more secluded part of the beach, but that doesn't stop him from catching sight of an occasional fellow beach dweller. For once, in a long while, he feels at peace with the world.
Like an idiot, he's forgotten sunblock, though, and he curses himself at the prospect. But then, he supposes he wouldn't be himself if he had his head entirely on his shoulders. Sea gulls gather at the scraps he passes by, and, of course, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore rings in his ears like a lullaby.
He's on a more secluded part of the beach, but that doesn't stop him from catching sight of an occasional fellow beach dweller. For once, in a long while, he feels at peace with the world.
