A soft slightly disappointed sigh escaped her lips, condensing into a plume of white before dispersing. It was getting colder faster than she'd care to admit, the realisation elicited a gentle shudder, a shiver running down her spine. Winter is coming... she thought. Akira had definitely been partial to the warmer months. In general, much like most of the population, her favourites were the balanced seasons. A fair bit of the population favoured spring which brought with it the gift of life and the amber hues of autumn offered a last breath of warmth as the stole that life away. But between summer and winter, between fire and ice she definitely preferred the former.
She craved the warmth of the sun, hoping it'll fill her with the motivation to do what she'd actually planned for the day. She was out on the beach to take a jog. Her regime as a model had only further chiselled her lithe form and she sought to keep it that way at the very least. Additionally, it had forced the gift of discipline upon her, so she no longer could boast of her nocturnal instinct. So instead, she woke up in the wee hours of the morning. At least it still have her a couple of hours of peace and solitude that she still found herself craving and longing for. With that cold and cruel reminder she forced herself to begin her jog. It started slow, but she found herself picking up pace pretty quickly. Soon she was streaking alongside the waves, her own body having generated enough heat to help her bear the cold, which only got easier as the sun crawled out of the water.
Soon she felt accomplished at the speeds she was being able to achieve and began working on taking longer leaps and dashing swiftly to practice changing directions and such. The sand didn't make it too easy, but at least any stumbles and faults were not heavily punished. She must've looked a little strange, since she noticed a blonde guy staring at her with this slightly arrogant smirk. Usually she shied away from such moments, but overtime, she felt bold enough to handle a confrontation. She cleared her throat and with all the grace she could muster she walked up to the blonde, practising the walk she'd used on the ramp. His expression morphed considerably as she approached him. In fact, it betrayed shock.