Sa'fir Coast! Your escape from the melancholic and routine. Bright colors had popped from the brochure displaying happy people having a good time with family, friends, and loved ones. The promise in the italicized catch phrase seemed legitimate enough and so here she was. Brightly clad tourists and locals, brightly colored awnings, tents, and umbrellas- not to mention the swim suits and beach paraphernalia. There were even the promised smiles, bustle of business and other activities, and the wonderful smells of all kinds of food. Even the weather had kept it's promise as it was currently brilliantly bright with the occasional cloud cover and the balmy breeze blowing almost constantly. It was as if... everything was chock full of happiness and screamed 'relaxation!'.
But it was all empty; none of it seemed to touch Noka in her state of depression. Even Hak'kai, her closest companion whom she had sacrificed her true form to free from Basantha had wished to leave her side. He wouldn't say as much, but Noka knew it was because she depressed him. So rather than permeate her negative feelings around all the other happy folk, she retreated to the coast. The sea wall overlooked the beach several hundred feet below and the tiny specks of people playing games in the surf. Behind her, the shops were getting ready for the more romantic atmosphere of dusk and night, even though it was only four in the afternoon. As the proof of life moving on without her sounded around her, Noka gazed at the clouds rolling in from the sea... and daydreamed of what they had seen out on the open ocean.
The salt scented breeze ruffled her flaccid tresses, the dull color somewhat hidden in the brilliant sunlight. The woman possessing those drab locks was just as melancholic as her appearance. Her present posture was that of the everyday day dreamer- leaning on the railing overlooking the tropical coastline, eyes vacant as she stared into her own thoughts, head resting in one cupped palm, the other hand protecting that supportive elbow from the unyielding rails. Perhaps the only 'lively' thing about her was her attire- a knee length sun dress with black and white checker pattern accented with red and gold accessories.
As the breeze strengthened into a blast of cooler air, she was revived from her reveries as a bit of her hair was blown into her eyes and a few stray strands stuck in her eyelashes. "Eh!" She shook her head, stood straight, and proceeded to gather her hair behind her. With an elastic band that had been on her wrist, she tied her hair into a messy bunch and let it fall down her back once more. Her bangs were confined by their ends, but hung loosely about her face while the shorter strands remained free.
Shaking off her thoughts, she began to wander down the sea-wall, no purpose in her stride. It was as if she didn't exactly know where she was, if her demeanor was any indication. With a blank expression, she looked around herself until she saw a young man walking towards her. "Excuse me, sir!" She extended a hand as if to touch him, but faltered and instead pressed it back against the base of her neck. "Do you know what time it is?" Her eyes were averted to the left and downwards. Her only impression was of orange in his hair and a thin frame.