Emilia used her arm to cover her eyes as a result of another gust of wind kicked up the sand. It lasted for a little bit. The gust of wind caused a small noticeable noise that sounded like whistling. As a kid, she considered that aspect to be a calling or nature trying to speak to people who walk the Earth. It was attach to illogical thinking, but still considers it a tender and innocent memory in her childhood. Though it was something she enclosed the information with another soul. Since sand in the face was of annoyance. It was to her now.<br/><br/>Once the low salty breeze came and went she revealed her face from the knitted sweater arm and without looking in another directions to see if anyone was there she spit the sand out of her mouth. Admittedly, she could careless about her appearance until she glanced over to one side and noticed another figure. One of blue hair; which she figured was dyed. Shrugging her shoulders at the thought of anime characters only having that ability of hair color.<br/><br/>After the minor shameful first impression she may have left on the person walking towards her, she rise to her feet. Emilia shifted her upper body to dust her hands the collection of sand towards the body of water since she didn’t want to toss sand to the stranger. Being courteous and considerate of others was her aim throughout her life or at least part of it. “Good evening sir!” A pleasant greeting slipped from her lips as the gentlemen was walking towards her direction, but largely assumed he wouldn’t greet her back. Most of the younger generation, or someone her age, wouldn’t talk or stare back. It was usually the older and elderly folks that greeting her back when she walked among the streets or hanged out at her beach backyard. After all this gentle was just passing by, right?