White sand creaked underneath her heels, leaving behind a trail of small footsteps. The weather was mild, pleasantly warm throughout the day and calm at night. Such benign climate was considerably common in the south of Fiore and the Sorceress expected nothing less of Hargeon Town. As perhaps one of the oldest places in the country, the port city was a never fading, aging beauty.
Seira Navillera was out on a midnight stroll; the young woman marched across the beach with remarkable enthusiasm, but eventually slowed herself down as time passed and her loneliness became ever so evident. There was no one here but the girl herself and while there was nothing she feared or potentially had to be concerned about, it felt strange not being surrounded by strangers after spending so much time in Magnolia—which was perhaps one of the most crowded places on the continent. Seira’s hair got caught up in a breeze and she suddenly decided to remove the pair of boots she was wearing and walk around with bare feet instead.
The sky was cloudy, the night beautiful.
Her naked toes sunk into the wet sand and she—after making sure that no one else was watching—started running up and down the beachside, thoroughly enjoying the ocean and everything surrounding it while she still had it to herself. The girl even collected a few sea shells here and there, but didn’t dare to go any deeper into the water. Seira rarely did these type of things and often avoided crowded places during daytime. Loud noises bothered her—but at night, when everyone else was asleep and she had the entire town to herself she could do whatever she wanted to. After playing around for awhile in an almost childish way, she eventually found a comfortable spot to sit down at and rest. Her eyes were fixated on the endless waters and the moonlight illuminated the area around her, making it relatively easy to see far across the ocean.
There was an eerie silence.