Post by Damaris O'Connell on Nov 28, 2010 17:14:51 GMT
Damaris O'Connell wandered down the beach towards the cove, her long hair whipping around her in the ocean breeze. She was dressed in long green skirt and white gypsy blouse with her brown leather jacket over the top. In her right hand, she carried a pair of brown soft-leather boots with her socks stuffed inside so she could feel the white sand between her toes. On one ankle, mostly obscured by the skirt, she wore a butterfly knife, the twin of which hung from her belt. At her side, she carried a small bag, which held the book she was currently reading, a bottle of water and her handgun, among other things.
The gun was probably a bit much, she considered, but she felt better for having it with her. People in Shadowford were generally very accepting, but you could never tell when someone would push their luck a bit too far.
As she wandered along the beach, she hummed an old Irish lullaby that her mother had sung to her when she was small. She liked the city, of course, but she'd grown up in the middle of nowhere, and it was nice to escape for a while. This part of the beach was a fair way away from the Waterfront area, where most people seemed to go, and she liked that. It was peaceful.
The gun was probably a bit much, she considered, but she felt better for having it with her. People in Shadowford were generally very accepting, but you could never tell when someone would push their luck a bit too far.
As she wandered along the beach, she hummed an old Irish lullaby that her mother had sung to her when she was small. She liked the city, of course, but she'd grown up in the middle of nowhere, and it was nice to escape for a while. This part of the beach was a fair way away from the Waterfront area, where most people seemed to go, and she liked that. It was peaceful.
