Strel lingered on the sand, wondering when the sweltering heat of the summer would arrive. Or was the warmth that he remembered different here than it was in Michigan? Would it be too much of a distance to feel that same hot weather? The redhead could only wonder, as his toes tug into the sand as he crossed it, still in the learned form he preferred over the one he had been born into. The sand was still chilly, as was the air. It was just a terrible cruel joke. Back in Michigan it would have been getting much warmer than this, much more green and way more rainy. But he came here of his own free will. He should shut his mouth.
As he strolled, his lavender eyes saw a woman nearby, and the sounds of fighting further from her. Interest peaked, he eased over toward her. Strel's fingers dug into his pockets as he realized she was not in optime. Biting his lip, he shifted back a bit in the sand and stripped himself of his vest and his pants. He dumped them casually on a branch to hang. The redhead's form changed into something would be better suited for a less awkward conversation. Though, oh, how he disliked this body. The only thing remaining on him was his necklace and the earrings in his ear.
"Evening, Miss," he greeted plainly, loping up to her, pausing behind her. He felt less sure on his feet here, odd as that was.
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