sunset

Tiger rolled up the legs of her pants and stepped over to the edge of the water. She giggled as cold water splashed on her ankles and feet. She sat down in the sand with her feet still in the water and watched the pink, orange, and yellow sunset.

Beatrice had been wandering around near the ocean, simply clearing her mind. Lately she'd become rather quiet, and didn't feel the need to snap at every single person she came encounter with. Not that it matters, really. She thought to herself, giving a deep sigh as she took off her sandles and began to walk ankle-deep in the water.

Hearing a faint giggle not too far off, Beatrice looked up and there sat Tiger with her pant legs rolled up and feet in the water. Well, two's a better company than one. The red headed seventeen year old thought to herself, and wandered over.

"Hey," Beatrice greeted Tiger, rather friendly as a matter of fact. "Didn't think I'd see you, of all people, here." She said, teasingly, as she sat down beside the girl. "Would've thought I'd have found you off somewhere trying to make the weather all... snowy." Beatrice continued with a snicker. But, again, a friendly snicker. Tiger wasn't exactly on her hit-list, she was actually rather nice to get along with, in Beatrice's point of view.

"No, I'm more of a beach/summer person," Tiger said brightly. "Snow is great, but it gets annoying after Christmas." Tiger grinned and cocked her head. "So what's with all the niceness?" She paused. "Oh, wait, now that I said that, you're going to snap at me about something. Forget I said that."

Tiger picked up a stick and began drawing designs in the sand. staring at her feet..

((Sorry so short, I'm not too good with long stuff.))

Beatrice laughed mockingly, "Now why do you think I'm being nice?" She questioned, raising her brow slightly. "I'm just... too tired to think of rude things. Simple."

Watching as Tiger drew in the sand, Beatrice gave a huff. "Okay, Yes. I was being nice, but there's a perfectly logical reason..." She paused, "...that I can't think of right now."

(Erm- Yeah, I don't feel like writing much today either.)

Tiger looked up and smiled. "I'm like that, I always have reasons that I don't know." She looked at the sunset. "Isn't this pretty?" She tucked her hair behind her ears and pulled her feet out of the water because they were getting cold. She rubbed her hands on them to warm them up, but buried them in the sand when it didn't work.

(I'm so tired and bored and my eyes hurt and I really can't think of anything!!!)

"Isn't this pretty?" Tiger had questioned, which merely led to Beatrice giving off a simple shrug. "I guess so. I'm not really a 'mother nature' type of girl." She replied, stiffling a laugh as she crossed her legs indian style and cleared her throat. Today, she was in a talking mood.

"So, the last time I saw you... you were sturring up trouble in the grave yard." Beatrice said, in a rather mockingly cheerful voice as a smirk quickly displayed itself upon her lips. "Done anymore of that lately?"

"Neither am I, but I still love going for walks in the fall and going to the beach in the summer, and laying in the snow! People think it's weird that I lay in snow, but I just don't get that cold!" Tiger fell backwards into the sand and stared up at the sky. The sunset had lit up the whole sky, even though it was almost dark.

"Stirring up trouble in the graveyard?" Tiger laughed. "Not anymore! I've gotten much better and controling my powers. I could make it rain right now, next to me... probably..."