A tentative toe into the sand was all Théadan did at first and Navia was tempted to beckon him to hurry up and join her. She wanted to see what he thought though, not rush him, so she fought back her impatience with a smile while he stepped into to the pale sand. He was quiet for a time, seemingly acclimating to the new sensation of having his feet in the sand, before she finally heard Théadan say he liked it. She had hoped to hear such a sentiment and a surprising amount of relief poured at her as a pleased grin formed on her lips. It was so important to her that he like the place she’d brought him to, for more reasons than to just enjoy the day with him. So she returned his grin when he looked up at him, but all the fondness she was feeling for Théadan was threatened when he suddenly kicked sand in her direction.<br/><br/>The microscopic pebbles peppered her and she released a gasp of protest as she belatedly stepped back from him. Navia sighed and reached down to brush at some of the sand that had clung to her black leggings, but said nothing as Théadan continued on about what he thought of the sand. She supposed she deserved it, she had been hitting him with the basket before, so Navia let the sand attack slide for the time being. She was curious to see what he would think of the sand anyway, so Navia said nothing as Théadan stepped out into the sun, a question for her on his lips. She’d forgotten how hot the sand could be though, and grimaced slightly when Théadan figured it out on his own and went back-stepping into the shadows with her.<br/><br/>The expression he first gave the sand before looking at her was so comical, Navia had to laugh before she could explain. “The sand always gets hotter than the water,” she said with a chuckle, shrugging and nodding toward the water, “The wet sand won’t be hot, the water in it keeps it cool, so you just have to make it out to the darker colored sand and you’ll be fine.” She set the basket by the stairs so the food in it would not be out in the sunlight, then went to stand at the line between shade and sun. “There are a couple things you can do to deal with the heat,” Navia explained, “You can dig your feet down into the sand a little, then shuffle them and walk out to the wet sand that way. The top layer is always the hottest.” She took a few shuffling steps out into the sun that way, the bright light cascading over her and heating her skin immediately. It felt good to her, warm and inviting, and she knew it would make swimming all the more pleasant.<br/><br/>Navia kept her back to Théadan, hands falling to her hips so she could hook her fingers in the waist of her leggings and push them downward until she could step out of them. She hadn’t bothered with underwear, knowing they would be swimming. “Or you can do what I always do,” she dropped the leggings down into the sand and glanced back at Théadan with a knowing smirk, her hands working to undo the buttons of her faux-dress, “Run until you reach the water!” And she took off to do just that, breaking into an easy, unhurried run that carried her across the hot sand while her arms slid out of her top. Navia discarded the clothing before reaching the wet sand, her footprints becoming more pronounced once she crossed over to the dark golden sand. The sun bore down on her bronzed skin, the sand beneath her feet was far cooler, and her braid bounced against her bare back. It was blissful. She did not stop however, instead hurrying into the gentle surf, water splashing in protest. It was not until the clear, cool water was up to mid thigh that Navia stopped and looked back to make sure Théadan was going to join her.