A Quiet Part of the Beach, Sunday Late Morning

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Tahiri still made a habit of coming out to the beach on a fairly regular basis -- not out of necessity like it had been, but because it was familiar, and just felt right. The symbolism of it, the calming sound of the waves, the smell of the ocean -- it was a good place for her to meditate.

She picked her way down to her usual quiet cove and settled onto the rock (it hadn't really started to acquire a bit of a sheen from her perching on it, but it sometimes amused her to think so) with her eyes closed. She wasn't meditating yet, just enjoying the moment.

That was pretty profound in and of itself; the novelty of simply being able to do that hadn't worn off yet.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open if you happen to wander this way. Caveat for SP as I'mma be traaaaaaaaaveling later today, woe. Details of conversation with Ender NFB, please.]

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The beach was a haven for Ender, too, and one he'd spent an inordinate amount of time on as of late. It wasn't that he was avoiding Ben, or his room; it was more that he had a lot of thoughts, and he needed some privacy to deal with them without being asked.

Thoughts of solitude went out the window when he saw the blonde shape up ahead, though.

He pursed his lips, gave it a moment's thought, and decided it was time to finally follow through on a promise.

"Tahiri?"