Sand Between Your Toes... and Other Places

[Gregory Gray]

Tyrena, Corellia

Greg piloted the borrowed Mandalmotors LUX-3 landspeeder down the causeway linking Tyrena and the Golden Beaches, his destination. Unusual for him, his speeder traveled at legal speed limits due mainly to his preoccupation with current events in his life rather than any desire to appease the speed gods of the causeway – the traffic enforcement division of public security.

His recent breaches of protocol landed him on a temporary suspension pending further investigation meaning if more complaints were received from any agencies or civilians he would terminated. That bothered him but wasn’t the real cause of his pensive nature this day. It was Rekha; or, more precisely, his having to accept that she would never be interested in him. Not as long as Jon Burke was alive at any rate and he had a suspicion Burke could have him eliminated a lot easier than he could eliminate Burke – had he been so inclined. So that left him empty and disappointed and put him in this position of “accepting his fate.”

That’s why he was home taking a break from the search for Burke at Rekha’s behest. Clearing his mind of any hopes or expectations was the order of business if he was to retain his sanity.

The best way he knew to do that was lying on the golden sand of his favorite beach and drinking large quantities of corellian rum.

Greg found a recliner near a beach bar and claimed it, telling the waitress to keep the umbrella drinks coming. If he was sober enough, he planned to walk down to the black gold beaches. Being sober would be a definite problem.

[member="Nephesh Raivah"]

 

[Nephesh Raivah]

Coming to the dear fact that she need this break more then anything. With all that had taken place already up to this point. Living a very quiet life as she had once found herself not that any more. With her mother now gone forever, her father having pass a number of years before that. Left her wondering why her own living relative would send her off to some Master to be train in the force.

What puzzled her even more was the fact that with the family stand of force users, then breaking this rule to give her this chance to train in the force. To use what once was deemed to be a bunch of magic tricks. Finding her own mind already stronger then most. It had to do with the training that went through in childhood to her early teens.

Finding herself wondering the beaches, knowing that her family that was before everything started would come to a beach or even to another place to vacation. Finding herself lost in her own thoughts wondering up to the bar. Having on one of her bathing suit.

"I would like your a fine red wine, a bottle and glass.", digging out of her pocket a credits. Her idea was to find a place a way from other others letting the water wash up on her toes. As she listen to the rushing of waves and birds that seem to like to dance around the water.

[member="Gregory Gray"]