🏃 adventure is out there! :0)
He hadn’t thought that strolling along the shoreline was something he’d ever suggest to one Constance von Nuvelle. And yet, though his memory of it is hazy, he’s absolutely certain if anyone can help him, it would be her.
How he came to that conclusion? Well, it started something like this.
After perhaps only ten minutes of lounging, Sylvain got bored. Sure, the view was okay, and yeah, it’s definitely too hot to want to do much at all, but doing nothing for too long makes him restless. Just because he likes to shirk responsibility doesn’t mean he’s lazy.
So, he decided to take a walk. Get up on his feet, and just... Walk. It’s nice, the sand is a pleasant surface under the soles of his sandals, and a gentle breeze picks up and makes the whole thing tolerable.
But he can’t help but feel like he’s passed that tree before.
Curious, he tried again, it took a while, and at some point the scenery got a little fuzzy, but he’s pretty sure that’s just the heat getting to him. But, after wandering for a while, he winds up back at the very same palm tree.
For his third attempt, he endeavours to enlist some help.
Sylvain scours the beach once more, finding Constance sitting in the shade of a parasol, and damn, why didn’t he think to look for one of those himself? He gives her a small wave, standing just a little closer than what would be considered a respectable distance away.
“Hey Constance,” he greets her, one hand in his pocket, the other lifted to point over his shoulder with his thumb, “have you tried heading further along the beach? Something weird keeps happening, and I thought, since you’re so smart and all, maybe you’d have an idea?” Sylvain pauses for a moment, trying to gauge if he’s piqued her interest, “what do you say? Up to solve a little mystery?”