Again, she found herself gazing at the horizon, she stops what she was doing and walked barefooted at the white sand.

She takes a deep breath of the wind, feeling the wind on her skin.

Behind the rocks he was there, Khaos, looking at the her, as if he was observing her. She seems to like the sea, he thought. Till it became a routine, he watches her from afar, sometimes he places pearls at the seaside for her to see at the morning, it some kind of his way of communicating to her