Beach Days (Sarah)

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Beowulf missed Geatland, not that he would admit that. Nope. As far as anyone could tell he didn’t even care that he wasn’t at home. But he did miss it. A lot. His village was on the ocean back home, which was quite convenient considering Norseman needed to sail to conquer other people. Or visit other Norsemen, like the Danes. They weren’t too far away and the Danes and the Geats got along for the most part. The Danes did have a different dialect though. But Beowulf didn’t need to worry about that. As nephew to the King he had been taught this dialect.

Anyway, Beowulf had wandered down to the beach just because he wanted to feel connected to home. There was a beach right by his village and he’s played there as a child. He still went there, especially on stormy days when the wind was blowing and the ocean looked like a maelstrom had hit. Today it was just a regular day in Tintagel. The sun was shining and the waves lapped up on the sand, close to where Beowulf was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, just staring out into the water. It was missing the certain overpowering smell of fish though. But other than that, if you pulled a bunch of Viking long ships onto the shore it would be just like home. And you can’t forget people wandering around in leather and animal pelts. Then it would really be Geatland.

[sarah]

The beach was a place Sarah hadn't been since she was much younger. They hadn't lived anywhere near a beach in her time of living, but she'd taken vacations to ones. Those had been nice - but now she was at Tintagel and a beach was at her fingertips, Sarah was taking full advantage of it. The beaches in the Underground weren't anything normal, so she reveled in the fact that this was just a normal beach and normal water.

Stretching beneath the warm sun, she continued her walk along the shore, staring down at her feet as she watched the surf lap at her feet, the spray dotting her dress with dark spots. She wondered vaguely if she'd get the chance to bring her own child here, when it was born - but that was a long way off. Several months. Which gave Sarah time to sort out things, really. She wasn't used to the idea that she had a little tiny thing growing inside of her, and she had just adjusted to being Goblin Queen.

When you lived forever, things starting going by far too quickly.

Her head snapped up when she caught sight of another figure on the beach. He wasn't familiar, but he was clearly younger than her - one of the students, she assumed. Folding her arms across her chest, she smiled warmly at him.

"Glad to see I'm not the only one out enjoying the sand and surf."

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Standing on the beach Beowulf had the strangest urge that he wanted to fish. He’d done it when he’d been small. He and some of the other boys had taken spears out into the water to try and catch fish. They hadn’t been very successful fishermen, but they had tried. He wondered if he tried again now if he would be any more successful. Probably not. He was trained for war, not fishing. And he’d look like a fool if he even tried.

He looked up when he heard the voice. He’d been far too lost in his own thoughts to notice the arrival of another person. She seemed young and he didn’t recognize her. Probably a teacher or a resident here. He nodded at her. He didn’t know what else to do. He wasn’t really enjoying the sand as much as standing here thinking. And what did ‘surf’ mean anyway? Beowulf really disliked this English language. It was far too strange and too many words were the same but had different meanings. And that was stupid. And no, we wasn’t just being moody because he missed home. Not at all.