<div style="text-align: justify;">She hesitated briefly. She <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> very fond of Grover's Cliff, but it was mostly because it was as remote as she could get without traveling for hours on end. <span style="color: #4080FF">"It's just a nice place, is all,"</span> Alannah said as they trudged over the stones that made the uneven beach. She had to admit she envied Dimitri his hiking boots now. <span style="color: #4080FF">"We can just walk along this and we'll be there in half an hour or so."</span> It was surprisingly hard to come up with a reason for liking a pile of rocks and some trees, she found. She linked her arm with his and batted her eyelashes in a hasty attempt to change the subject. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Up with the sun, huh? I knew all ya Southanas were mad."</span> The wind flicked her hair around her face despite the ponytail, and she had to tuck the strands behind her ear again. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Damn hair. If it didn't look so pretty, I'd cut it all of."</span><br/><br/>The shore curved slightly northwards when you went from civilization to the more desolate outcrop where Alannah meant to go. Perhaps not the most romantic place, what with the wind like knives in your face on a good day, but it was the only place she really wanted to go. Whenever it neared that time of the week, she began to long for the waves and icy, suffocating water. It was always so quiet underwater; a world away from the lights and asphalt and crowds. Of course, there wasn't that much to look at here, but it worked. She stared at the water as they walked, having momentarily forgotten about Dimitri.</div>