[ The planet is lovely, but there's only so much of it Winter allows himself to go. The marketplace is too crowded and people keep trying to touch him. The forest is nice, but with his leg still irritating him, it's a little more cumbersome to navigate. On the beach, he can sit by himself, though there are people yards away enjoying themselves.
Winter sits far enough up the beach that when the tide starts rolling in, he won't be victim to it. His shoes are off, at least, and his toes in the sand. He can vaguely remember doing something similar when he was younger, though he doesn't have a clear picture of it.
He spots a woman frolicking in the surf and watches. It doesn't take long for him to identify Misty. He doesn't say anything or call to her, because he'd heard she was on the Iskaulit when he'd lost control. How badly had he hurt her? ]
Beach
Winter sits far enough up the beach that when the tide starts rolling in, he won't be victim to it. His shoes are off, at least, and his toes in the sand. He can vaguely remember doing something similar when he was younger, though he doesn't have a clear picture of it.
He spots a woman frolicking in the surf and watches. It doesn't take long for him to identify Misty. He doesn't say anything or call to her, because he'd heard she was on the Iskaulit when he'd lost control. How badly had he hurt her? ]