The woman would make her way to the Obsidian beach, stepping onto the familiar grainy ebony sand. She had a blurry vision and cloudy thoughts every time she had tried remembering anything from the Obsidian beach. She remembered little parts, but they were blunt memories. Misha would sigh and seat herself onto the black sand, curling her toes in it's soft texture. It was quite relaxing, mid day on the beach. She would slump down and lay against the sun warmed sand, watching the waves in the afternoon sun. She came in solitude, but honestly she needed company.

It was the sound of the water that Aeron was following. The ocean called to him on this strange day - and he had little reason to ignore it's beckoning. Normally the waters were icy, living in the north, being in the water was a death sentence most of the time. Yet here in the south it was soothing, and he found himself being a bit allured by the chance to swim more often than not. But when he reached the beach, he would be surprised to find dark gravel like ground opposed to the soft sands that he was expecting - as well as another lupine. Although he was an adult now, he was still not up to par in the art of socializing. But he had been the one to come here after her, so it was only fair that he be the one to speak up, right?


"May I sit beside you?" He would ask her, standing near enough to look her in the eye, but not block her view of the water. If she did not want company, he would leave her to continue gazing and make his way further down the shore.

{OOC; I'm sorry, there was a tornado warning D;}
The small woman would continue watching the calm waves, humming to herself softly in thought. She was used to solitude, and she had learned it to be her friend. To accept that she might possibly be forever alone. She sighed at the displeasing thought, catching her breath when she heard footsteps behind her. Not long after, a voice would be heard, and a face to match the scent and sound. It was a male, his colors of grey, white, and pitch black. His eyes were bicolored, one of his orbs a blue that somewhat matched Misha's. She would snap away from checking the male out in detail, remembering his question. "Oh, yes. Please, go ahead," Misha would say politely, a small smile pulling at her black ebony lips as she looked at the male.