long, pale legs stretch before her, laid nearly bare on a blanket to save their delicate skin from the hot grains of sand beneath her. she had hoped to pick up a tan, but it felt like all she could manage was a pink sunburn. learning her lesson, a huge parasol is erected over her camp. paired with the shade, her bared midriff, and a fan, it's as prepared as she could hope to be. her wrist pauses in its repetitive flick, fan slowing its movements. the effect is instantaneous. as if the summer sun is a waterbender herself, helene can feel the sweat being drawn from her pores.
"i should find myself on better terms with the spring fae!" she exclaims, pink petal lips curved in annoyance. "what use is fire when what i need is wind!"
closed for @crxssdhearts' xavier and @arashway's ara (not a group thread).