Where The Black Sand Meets The Raging Sea

Gossamer stretched out in the late afternoon sun. The summer sunlight had warmed the beach and it was like laying on a giant heat pad. Perfect for the aching muscles after her routine workout. Day by day she was settling back into the rhythm of life in the Armada and setting her sights on obtaining the rank of Lieutenant unless it should be decided she was better off helping elsewhere within the empire. Ásta was nearby, sniffing around for crabs and other seafood she could snack on while they rested. Gossamer half considered joining in but she was so content in her warm patch of sand she couldn't bring herself to move just yet.