Sea-shell necklace ((Sapph))

[dana]

“You have come far, miss Dana.” The voice speaking in French woke Dana from her thoughts and while continuing to float on the waves Dana turned her head and looked at the fishing boat that had stopped not too far from her. Turning herself over in water Dana swam calmly over to the boat taking hold of it’s edge with both of her hands as she looked at the old fisher-man who had more wrinkles in his face than Dana could count. Dana’s eyes slid over to the other two occupants of the boat as well. The old man’s son from who Dana had never heard a word from, even though he wasn’t a mute. And the old man’s grandson who was smiling brilliantly at Dana and who had flirted with Dana on more than one occasion. Smiling back to the him Dana looked at the older fisher-man: “Did you catch anything good?” The man glanced over at the nets in the bottom of the boat but shrugged modestly: “Just a poor man’s living. Shall we take you back to shore, miss Dana?” Dana hesitated for a moment as she rather enjoyed the combined effect of the warm sunrays on her shoulders and the coolness of the waves lapping at her skin. But as the old man held out a work-roughened hand Dana accepted it and climbed into the boat, letting herself to be directed to sit in the front of the boat. The rest of the boat-ride was rather quiet with the youngest man being the only one who talked, but he was content enough when Dana nodded and sometimes replied to her with a word or two. Half-sitting, half-laying here on the warm wooden bench watching the sea pass from behind you felt divine as well so Dana had to suppress a twinge of disappointment when they reached a shore. Thanking the old sailor Dana hopped into the water when it reached her waist and waded to the shore through the crystal clear water.

“Signorina, Dana!” Dana looked up and smiled at the local village boy of about 9 years old who he decided to guard her shorts and blouse while she had gone to the sea. “Signorina, look what I made for you! You are as pretty as the mermaids so I wanted to give you this!” Dana smiled as she looked at the string with a number of sea-shells pushed onto it that Pedro was proudly holding up to her. “It’s really beautiful, signore Pedro. How did you get the shells onto the string?” Dana asked with a smile towards the boy as they walked towards Dana’s clothes side by side while Pedro beamed up towards her, glad that Dana had liked his gift. “It was really easy, signorina Dana, I just made little holes in them. Will you be over to have dinner at the inn later?” “I will Pedro, I would hate to not be able to taste just how delicious donja Puerto can make the fish Miguel caught this morning. Will you be at the inn too?” Dana replied with a small smile as she pulled on a pair of jeans from which the leg parts had been cut off a long ago. Her bikini top was simple and dark-blue and modest enough so that Dana merely pulled on a white see-through silk-shirt on her shoulders to avoid getting a sun-burn but didn’t button it up as she kneeled in the sand for the moment. Gathering her hair into her hands Dana smiled at Pedro and nodded: “Will you put the necklace on for me? And then I’ll go home and see if I have something pretty to wear with the necklace tonight.” Pedro held his tongue between his teeth as he tied the ends of the string with the shells together before taking a step backwards and smiling at Dana: “You look prettier than any other girl, signorina Dana!” Dana laughed and placed a kiss on Pedro’s forehead while laughing a little: “Go now, you little heartbreaker. Donja Puerto is calling for you.” Pedro smiled widely before racing away towards his mother and the innkeeper of the little village near where Dana was staying in a small house that belonged to the family. In her first fear after fleeing Hogwarts Dana had ran to her home in France and only there understood that she needed to retreat to somewhere where she had never been before and where no one would know her. Somewhere where she could think in peace and settle everything in her heart. This small house where her grandparents had once spent their honeymoon had seemed like the only suitable choice so here Dana was and the original owner of the house hadn’t had any qualms with letting Dana stay here for a week or two when Dana had contacted him and asked.

Dana waved at Pedro once again before the boy was ushered inside to do some domestic work without a doubt before sitting down on the sand and took hold of her white tennis shoes before hopping to her feet again. Dana started walking towards the small white house she was staying in slowly the golden sand already warm under her bare feet as the sun was blazing downward from a cloudless sky. It was situated about a mile away from the village and it wasn’t very comfortable as it had a small living room and an equally small bedroom and a tiny kitchen. But the white house with dull red roof that had green plants growing up it’s walls was cute and from it’s wide and simply splendid porch opened a glorious view to the Mediterrean. But what mattered most for Dana was the incredible peace all around. It caught her heart and mind and let her rest she supposed. While the original reason for her somewhat of an escape had been wrong this break from her life didn’t come a moment too soon. It wasn’t until Dana had got here and stayed here in solitude for a day until she had actually realized how tired she had been. Tired of everything. She still had plenty to think of, but somehow Dana had the distinct feeling that in the end she was going to be alright. Jumping over a rock Dana continued on her way slowly, suffling her feet in the sand and drawing patterns with them, even if most of them were random lines that couldn’t be comprehended by anyone other than Dana. Maybe even she couldn’t tell what she had aimed on creating on the sand at some cases. But it felt good to be here at this moment.

Dana turned on a sudden impulse when she could already see her house and leaving her shoes on the sand near the water-line waded back into the water coming to a rather huge rock when Dana was back in water about up to her mid-thigh. Stepping onto the rock Dana balanced herself as she slowly started to walk from one end of the rock to the other, knowing from previous experience that it took and half steps to cross from one end of the rock to the other. And it was two and a half to 3 and a half steps wide. Raising her hands Dana gathered her hair into her hands and raised it off her neck while letting the light breeze cool her skin. A rattle of a car caugh her attention though making Dana turn around. The supplies she had ordered from a local food-store the last time should have been brought over tomorrow, not today, so why was the car here? Shielding her eyes from the sun Dana squinted to see what had brought the car over earlier. She couldn’t see much through the dust the car had turned up and before the dust settled again the sound of running motor began again and Dana knew that the car had left. Dana gazed quizzically towards the house none the less waiting for the dust to settle only to loose his breath for a moment when it did. She knew the figure standing before the house. Taking an involuntary step forwards Dana hit her toe on a rock and almost absent-mindedly raised her leg for a moment before putting it back into the water. Her thoughts raced for a few moments. How had she even been found? She had sent an owl to Kris and Dana didn’t doubt that her brother knew her location, yet the question still remained… But she had already decided to go back to Hogwarts once she was ready, so she should be able to handle this conversation as well. She would have to talk to Sapph sooner or later anyway, so why not now. Letting her hair fall back to her shoulders and neck Dana walked to the edge of the rock she was standing on and jumped into the water, the water-droplets flying up drenching her completely once again, making the white shirt clung to her skin. No matter, the sun would try her again soon enough. Dana waded through the water again until she reached her shoes and then she just stopped and waited while turning to look out to the sea in a way of gathering her thoughts. Even if right now her mind was oddly void of everything.

[Sapphire Phoenix R7]

"Thanks," Sapphire said as her stepdad hurled her small suitcase off the conveyor belt and presented it to her. She was travelling light but she did need something: whether or not Dana was prepared to talk to her she'd have to stay overnight. It was already midday and she wasn't prepared to face another flight today. She smiled at him as he retrieved his own, somewhat larger suitcase (carrying fresh suits as well as more casual clothes for the evening when he didn't tend to stay in quite such stiff attire) and she extended the handle of her suitcase up to make it easier to wheel along. Sapphire didn't particularly like travelling. In the past, it had always heralded some big change in lifestyle, and change didn't excite her particularly. She was fighting against change now, she supposed. She didn't want to lose Dana as a friend. They'd been pretty close friends, and Sapphire didn't make friends with everyone she met, so the friendship mattered to her.

She'd meant that 'thanks' for much more than just assisting with her suitcase. He might have been the cause of a few problems in the past (she remembered how much she'd missed her mum and that she'd felt rather betrayed) but her stepdad really had been great. He'd 'stepped in' to save the day, so to speak. Well, he'd muscled himself into some conference in Spain at the last moment and brought her along with him. She had a feeling it was a conference he'd been rather hoping to avoid in the first place from what Mom had said, so Sapphire really was very grateful to him. She blinked at the change in temperature and the bright light as they made their way outside the airport. It was quite a lot hotter here than the rainy England she'd left behind. Then again, she had always known Dana was smart.

In the end it didn't seem like too long a drive from the airport, but then again Sapphire had enough to think about that she wouldn't run out of things however much time she had. They'd been picked up by some official car and so they stopped briefly along the way, another suited man joining them. He started talking to her stepfather in a torrent of Russian as soon as he saw him, not noticing Sapphire for quite a while. She just listened and watched for a while, although her Russian was by no means fluent enough to understand everything any longer. It was a while since she'd been in Russia. Once introduced she had to attempt to make conversation, feeling rather relieved that her stepfather with his far superior Russian was there to help as well. But when she'd been deposited onto the rather dusty drive and the car had driven off, she felt suddenly isolated and unsure. Even more so when she saw a figure that could be only Dana stop, completely still for a moment and then turn away. She must've seen Sapphire.

Sapphire sighed as she fingered the hilt of her own sword which she had in her hand. It was very ornate, she thought as she examined it closely. Had they always bothered to decorate them like this, even when they'd been used for actually killing people? Sapphire wondered about that for a moment as she started to wander towards where Dana had been standing, slowly. She wasn't entirely sure what to say. There was a lot to say, but what to say first? She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Dana," softly as her only greeting to her friend as she approached. She did hesitate once more but then ignored her worry and came close enough for them to talk. She wasn't going to do any good by doing nothing either. "You forgot a couple of things," she said as she tossed Dana's sword to the other Ravenclaw. Even if she didn't catch it Sapphire had become accurate enough that it should just land point down in the sand and stones in front of Dana's feet. Sapphire looked her friend in the eyes and bit her lip, despite the fact she rarely showed such nervousness. She just wasn't quite as confident as she had once been, not right now. When things mattered it was hard to be.

[dana]

Dana closed her eyes and tried to gather herself as she stood in the water up to her ankles. She knew she had to talk to Sapph again, even if she had apologized once already. But she hadn’t expected to having to do it already. It must have been a while before Sapph approached her, yet Dana felt as if it had been too short. Turning around as Sapph said her name Dana blinked and reflexively caught the object Sapph was throwing towards her. Blinking a bit foolishly on the sword now laying on her hands Dana took a moment to process what had just happened. Dana slowly turned her sword in her hand moving it in the air before her in a wide arch before lowering her hand again with the sword in her hand and inhaling slowly. There was so much she wanted and almost needed to tell Sapph, yet Dana wasn’t sure where to start. She didn’t even know if she knew the correct words. Yet she had to try and she might as well start by looking at her close friend. To the girl who had been a close friend as Dana wasn’t very sure anymore if they could just go back to the way things were before.

Brushing her hair back from her cheek Dana raised her head and looked at Sapph. “Sapph. Sapphire,” Dana added, not knowing which Sapph would prefer. Dana herself would always think of the other girl as Sapph, but Dana wasn’t sure Sapph wanted her to refer to her that way right now. Her voice sounded weird to her own ears as well. As if Dana hadn’t spoken a word for days so Dana cleared her throat and draw random scribbles on the sand before her with the tip of her swords Sapph had brought her. Why the sword? Was it a hint to Dana that she should face her problems for one? That she should have stayed in Hogwarts and cleared everything up instead of fleeing? Was it supposed to tell Dana that she still had strength to carry on? It could mean so many things. Or it could also mean absolutely nothing. Maybe Sapph had grabbed her sword along on a random idea. Even if it couldn’t have been quite that random because Dana had 3 spells guarding her sword and while Dana didn’t doubt that Sapph could have gotten past all of them without trouble, it would have taken some time and concentration. Or maybe she was trying to read too much out of a simple gesture.

Dana looked up again and noticed Sapph biting her lip. This wasn’t usual for her friend, yet what was usual anymore? “Thank you for bringing it to me,” Dana told Sapph quietly while raising her sword a little to show what she had meant, “I didn’t think Kris would tell anyone where I went as I requested that he left me time to think and not come after me until I’m ready to come back to Hogwarts again. I’m no warrior so I took the easier way out.” Dana fell silent and looked at the sword in her hand. Toledo steel. Somehow the words had always strung some chord deep inside Dana when she heard them. Those words reassured her in a way perhaps. “But I suppose we do need to talk.” Dana swallowed loudly, not really wanting to speak. She wanted to hug Sapph and just suddenly have everything be alright somehow. Yet things weren’t that easy, were they? “I’m sorry for what I did. I saw it. I might not have been in control of myself, yet I saw and heard but I felt so powerless inside my head. I wish I were stronger so I wouldn’t have surrendered that easily to the spell, but I wasn’t and I’m sorry for that,” Dana told Sapph while looking in her eyes trying to show that she her words were sincere.

[Sapphire Phoenix R7]

Sapphire winced slightly as Dana's blue eyes met her own and her gaze flickered away for a moment before she could halt it and bring it back to where it should be. It had made her think back to how they'd used to look each other in the eyes in the past: when they were sharing amusement at some little thing; if they'd both thought the same thing; to convince the other of their entirely serious conviction in their words or to let them know they didn't carry that conviction. 'I'm serious now,' Sapphire thought. 'Please stay my friend.' When they'd heard Melody screaming as the Death Eater tortured her - they'd exchanged a glance then. That had been the last time that Sapphire had really know the bulk of what Dana was thinking, and for once shared the same sort of thoughts. Even if that hadn't actually happened so very much usually because they were after all two different people. Now? Now - she wasn't sure, because Dana had just called her the nickname Sapphire had eventually grown accustomed to (however much she might have protested at the beginning she always ended up learning that with Dana there was just no point) but then withdrawn it and called her by her full name. And she didn't want it to be taken back, turned back; she didn't want to go back to the beginning of their friendship and start from scratch, because they were already good friends. Just separated by an unbridgeable distance at the moment. They were distancing themselves from each other.

" 'And the very red light for an instant
holding all four close together
as if anything at all were possible
between them
across that small gulf
in the high seas
of this democracy.' "

Sapphire quoted the words softly, thinking to herself that if you changed a couple of the words they described the situation perfectly. 'Four' to 'two' and 'democracy' to 'friendship'. Because friendship certainly wasn't a democracy. Democracy demanded a lot of the candidates and it was the responsibility of those who elected them to make a good choice... but the choices you made in friendship weren't always rational. She supposed maybe those made in democracy weren't either. But it wasn't necessary to demand a lot of your friends. Just that they liked you enough to stay your friend. The words fitted though. High seas. In the same way you could have calm seas; it was just a bit rough at the moment. Small gulf. It might be made to seem small, but it was huge and impassable. Or was it the other way round? Something which seemed huge and impassable, but should actually be easily overcome if you could just get past the face of the situation? Sapphire very much hoped it was the latter.

"Sapph," she said, in the hope Dana would still see fit to call her that. She listened for a moment, before simply saying, "Kris didn't come after you." She was stating the truth rather than defending Dana's cousin. She hadn't stayed particularly calm and collection when she was asking him, but he had asked her whether she would blame Dana for what had happened. He couldn't have chosen a much quicker way to get her to blow up in his face. Sapphire shrugged slightly, not telling Dana any of this but instead laughing a laugh entirely without humour when the other Ravenclaw said she was no warrior. "We're neither of us warriors." she said, still partially in the process of laughing. That laugh sounded strange; Sapphire hated it as soon as she heard it. Funny, how you could laugh at things which weren't amusing.

Sapphire fell quiet as Dana started talking again. She'd said sorry once before, before she left, although Sapphire had been with Zara at the time (thank goodness for twin sisters; Zara had also been great). She'd also been trying so hard to arrange the flood of memories she'd had when she saw Dana that she hadn't managed to say a single word back. Unusual as it was for Sapphire to be completely silent, she'd just stared at Dana, barely taking in a word the other girl was saying. At least now she knew exactly what was being talked about from first-hand memories rather than handed-on experiences.
"No one's ever cast it on you before, have they?" she asked, even though she wasn't entirely sure of the answer. It was a rhetorical question she didn't know the answer to. "The Death Eater... that's what they do. Manipulate the situation to make it as painful as possible. He would have been experienced at casting that spell. Heck, there isn't a reason in the world you could have stopped yourself from doing as he wanted when he had you under the Imperius, Dana, not one among the thousand million sand grains we're standing on."

Sapphire turned away from Dana and took her shoes off, leaving them on the dryer sand as she herself stepped into the water and gazed out at the expanse of sea in front of them. The sea was a different colour than in England, she observed as she watched the slight swell come towards them until it broke. The back of the wave was travelling faster than the front when that happened. Like Sapphire's thoughts. Her memories told her that everything would be fine; her mind right now wasn't quite so sure. She had more pride than some people might realise, and she wasn't accustomed to apologising. It was with some hesitation and reluctance that she turned back to Dana.
"I have some things to be sorry for as well," she said. "I know I didn't say the right things. You might not know it but... I only call on Jupiter when I really mean it. And I'm sorry I ever wondered whether you would curse me of your own free will. I did - I did do that because... when I first woke up I couldn't remember much of what had happened. Just an image of you pointing your wand at me and nothing else." She stopped for a moment, the words hanging in the air between them. She could almost see them. That misty haze on the horizon.

"I remembered that because it was what mattered most out of the whole thing," she continued, slightly surprised at how easily her thoughts were translating to words now when a moment ago they had only wanted to hide away. "Not wanting to lose you as a friend." She hadn't been looking at her friend quite directly because she was too unsure for that. Too unsure at offering an apology, too unsure of how to explain herself. But now she looked her in the eyes again and continued on once more. "I didn't want to curse you back," she said, "I couldn't. Sure I've hexed you once or twice on other occasions, but only in jest. I don't know if what I did was the right thing, whether there was something better I could've done that would've saved a whole lot of trouble, but what does it matter? We all got out of it okay - we're all still alive and I don't mean living dead. There's a whole lot of people who've faced Death Eaters and not lived to tell the tale." Sapphire stopped talking and hitched her skirt up so she could wade a little further into the water. Cool and calming. She needed that. Her thoughts were coming out a little mixed up now; maybe they weren't all necessary but they all had to go somewhere.
"I'm glad you saw it," she said eventually, "because I keep on seeing it. When I look at you, that's what I see." she explained, having turned round at that moment to look at Dana. "But I see other things as well. Good things about us being friends; good times we've had together. And there are a lot more of those, however large a space the other memory is taking up in my mind right now."

((Erm yes, the quote is from my English GCSE Anthology. I've been revising too much recently since it's evidently on my mind... anyway, it's from Two Scavengers in a Truck, Two Beautiful People in a Mercedes by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. )

[dana]

Dana smiled a little as Sapph quoted something. She didn’t recognize what right now, but she and Sapph did have a little bit different taste in books sometimes. Meaning Sapph read classics, Dana read muggle fairy-tales. The quote sounded nice however. Oddly suiting to the situation, even if they weren’t discussing the benefits of democracy. Dana felt relieved when Sapph stated the nickname she had given her. Sapph had protested against it in the beginning but she seemed to have grown to it now. After hearing Sapph use the name now to let her know Dana could still use it made Dana feel as if everything would be alright now. It was such a small thing really, but somehow it held so much meaning to Dana. “Sapph,” Dana smiled at her friend and shook her head a little, “You are a warrior. Maybe you don’t rush to fights and die heroically on a sudden impulse when you challenge impossible odds. But you have the kind of quiet strength in you that makes you strong enough to actually overcome those odds during time and rebuild the world into a better place.”

To fight the Imperius? But surely it could be done. Muglges could lie to lying detectors, wizards and witches could overcome the effect of the Imperius curse. You could reason yourself to believe that the real order was different from what the Imperius caster said. Dana believed it could be done. She had already resolved to find all the information she could about the spell to see how and who had managed to stand up to the spell. Dana did never want to find herself caught under the influence of that spell again. Never again. But that wasn’t what mattered right now. That was her personal vendetta but it had to wait for a little while still. “There weren’t right words,” Dana stated quietly. She hadn’t found right words either when she spoke to Sapph. At that point neither of them had had time to think things through so Dana did believe that there hadn’t been correct words then. Maybe there weren’t now either, but at least words came easier now. Yet Dana almost flinched when Sapph told of her memory. She had held her on wand-point and strangled her with a spell. So many things could have happened. So much could have gone wrong, yet somehow they had came through it alive and without ever-lasting damage. That was something to be thankful for, wasn’t it?

Dan closed her eyes as she felt a tear running down her cheek but she didn’t shy away from Sapph’s words. She saw pain when she looked at Dana? Yet what else could Dana hope for than that. It was and would be a painful memory for the both of them. But Sapph had said she didn’t want to loose Dana as a friend. It gave Dana a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. And just maybe, if the good memories weren’t overshadowed they could start from there and gradually overcome everything. Dana reached out a hand and touched Sapph’s shoulder for a moment, sincerely whispering “Thank you” to the younger girl. Sapph meant a lot to Dana, she was one of her closest friend, even if they hadn’t met too long ago. “Do you remember when we met?” Dana asked on a sudden impulse, remembering the day, or night rather clearly herself, “You called me crazy then. And maybe I am. But I would be much happier in my little crazy world, if you were also part of it. And with this memory now… I would like to try and see if we can overcome it and still be friends as you do mean a lot to me.”

[Sapphire Phoenix R7]

Sapphire smiled back at Dana as the other girl repeated her nickname. It gave her a feeling of certainty back to know she was still using it after she'd her by withdrawing it. More than Sapphire had realised just a moment ago in fact, so that now she was surprised at quite how wide she smiled. But it was good to have Dana smiling at her as well. "Not a warrior," she persisted with a shake of her head. "Soldier maybe. I'm strong when my friends are there to support me as well... but not if they abandon me." The words could be interpreted as barbed, but she hadn't been meaning them that way, even if they were accompanied with a sharp glance. She really had just been stating how she perceived things, but the sharpness came from anger at herself when she realised they might not help the situation. She hoped it wouldn't matter as she turned a quiet gaze on her friend and met her eyes calmly.

"Eh," Sapphire said with a slight frown. "Please don't let me be the one to make you cry at all. Not worth it." Dana had touched her shoulder and somehow Sapphire felt that broke the distance between them that she'd felt there before. So now she hugged her friend tightly, but briefly. That seemed to squeeze some of the hurt out of her as well and she smiled at the older girl for a moment, tears near the surface of her own eyes but not quite there. "We can cope, I think," she said as she turned shorewards and picked her way carefully into shallow water, letting her skirt down a little once she was sure it wouldn't get too wet. "I need my friends," she added, raising her eyes to meet Dana's, "So I certainly hope we can overcome it. I can't... I think I'll be all right and, well, it won't go but... that doesn't mean the memory has to stay at the forefront of my mind. Just try not to... point your wand at me again." Sapphire frowned as the words to say what she meant weren't coming very well anymore, but now she just grinned at Dana having mentioned the time they'd met. It would be hard to forget. Though she still didn't know how Dana managed to avoid becoming ill a lot more than she did.
"Of course I remember," she said. "Better than you even - it wasn't me who suggested you were crazy first. Your own words. And yes, you're crazy sometimes, but in some ways," she said as she looked at the place Dana had chosen to come to to clear her mind, "you're definitely not."

[dana]

Dana almost flinched at Sapph’s words. Her friend being there? Dana was sure there were others who had stayed by Sapph’s side. Her sister, Meyghan, perhaps even Cleo. Even though Cleo did have a quiet sharp tongue and no tolerance for moping, so maybe she hadn’t been there constantly. But she hadn’t been there and maybe that was wrong. She had needed to talk to Sapph and just maybe if Dana had had the courage to stick around everything would have been over quicker. Yet Dana did something she usually dind’t in the presence of Sapph. She schooled her face into an almost bleak smile that hid her thoughts and emotions. Swallowing Dana held her breath for a moment before letting the façade drop again when she was sure nothing would betray her almost flinch anymore. Dana returned Sapph’s hug tightly, however brief it had been before turning to look over the sea again. They would make it. Somehow. But they would. Maybe this would even strengthen their friendship in a way, but rebuilding the trust would be time-consuming. There was nothing to be done about it and Dana was willing to accept it, if she knew that somehow things would work out in the end.

“Perhaps it was me,” Dana agreed with a light shrug. She loved thunderstorms with lighting bolts clearing the skies. She had been so consumed in the nature’s rage around her that cleansed the word to remember the details of the brief conversation that precisely. Dana remembered the main point of it, but that was all. “Maybe being crazy is the best thing of them all? It creates a shield between you and everything hurtful in the world. Maybe we should all learn from Lovegood and create our own realities to exist in? with such small havens like this place where we could rest?” Dana closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before glancing towards Sapph and giving a brief smile.

“Did you take anything along that you’d want to put in the house? It’s not big, but there’s a kitchen, a small living room and a very small bedroom. My grand-parents had spent their honeymoon there and the house still belongs to my great-great uncle, so you can freely stay overnight if you wish,” Dana told Sapph quietly before turning half-way towards her, her right arm with the sword being held in her hand gesturing towards the ocean with a wide arch, “The view from the porch is wonderful and in the village inn they serve simply delicious fish. A local fisherman just came in the load in less than an hour ago that you can sample tonight if you wish. Or we can take a stroll down the beach or go for a swim. There is swimming gear back in the village or you can borrow mine – I bought brand new bikinis the other day that haven’t been worn once if you didn’t bring your own.” She was blabbering. Dana knew it, but she couldn’t really help it. Slipping her shoes over her toes Dana made her way slowly towards the house to safely put her sword away none the less. She would not have anything happen to the blade.