Yawning and stretching her arms, Mahesa slowly stirred from her mid-afternoon slumber, feeling the soft cotton sheets beneath her rustle and crease as she moved. Sitting up, she ran a hand through her hair, before pulling off the sheet and slipping out of the bed and onto the tiled floor of the Nagra villa. Smiling for a moment as she remembered her last trip there, with her first taste of serious clubbing, and that one boy named... damn. Was she getting so old that she couldn't even remember what's-his-butt's name? Well, it didn't really matter, since he lived in Rome, and wasn't likely to be coming around anytime soon. Yawning again, she padded to her closet, where she picked out a simple light purple cotton sundress, slipping her tank top over her head and shimmying out of her pajama pants, before donning the dress and a pair of copper-colored Grecian sandals, her constant footwear on the island. With a frivolous little twirl and a smile, she pulled her curls, driven insane by the humidity of the island, back into a low bun at the nape of her neck and wandered out on to the back porch, with its splendid vista of the beach. Taking a seat on the whitewashed wall, Mahesa leaned against the sturdy beam supporting the latticed roof of the terrace and rested one leg on the wall, letting the other dangle. Basking in the late afternoon sun, she glanced down, noting that she had developed quite the tan on her extended vacation. Just as long as she didn't get skin cancer, she was fine with that. Idly tracing some unknown pattern on her arm as she observed the activity in the harbor, with sleek, gleaming yachts coming and going constantly, she relived the past few months in her mind. Having decided that she and Ryou needed to get away for a while after her little... incident, she'd dragged him to her family home in Mykonos, knowing that they weren't likely to be disturbed by anyone while they were there. Not to mention it was utterly and completely free of cost, since the Nagra family would be footing the bill. Even if she'd withdrawn herself from the society of her parents, she was still their daughter, and had the privilege of using the family estates and fortune. Not that she'd gone on a spending spree, either, mostly sticking to necessities, such as the occasional dinner out, and a few new outfits here and there, along with groceries. For the most part, though, she and Ryou had kept to themselves, glad to have time to just be together, without random attacks leaving her on the brink of death, etc. Lost in thought, time sped past, until a half hour had gone by, and the sun was starting to set. Remembering that she'd gotten Ryou to promise a walk along the beach with her at sunset, she hopped off the wall and stepped inside, calling aloud as she went. "Ryou? Ryouuuuu!" Maybe if they were lucky they could snag a table at one of those cosy little cafes along the beach, and have a nice, private little dinner. That is, if she could just find Ryou.
[[Table by Sanura]] [[Images are Emilie de Ravin]] |