Not to far down, well within sight of Peggerty, Craig walked along the surf. The water would roll up, flow over his feet as he looked out, not looking at the woman and the dogs yet. Better first to pay respect to the world, the spirits, and the environment. But he would see her, watch the sun catch the red hair, watch the vivaciousness, the simple fun she took in playing with the dogs. A happy woman is beautiful, one enjoying life, gorgeous. Craig gave himself a few seconds to look, before he looked back to the water. Not to far from the playing woman Craig buried the tail end of the board into the sand and walked knee deep into the water. He bent over to splash some across his chest and back before standing and returning to the board.<br/><br/>Craig was not a slouch, he did not rest on his arcana alone. He was a full time EMT and a sun child, the work showed. 6'2" with little in the way of body fat, bronzed from the sun, skin still smooth from paying attention to it, He pulled the body glove top up and over his arms, the black neoprene seeming to add even more to his frame. he grabbed the zipper tail and pulled it up, zipping the back closed before he went back to the water. He knelt down, resting on the balls of his feet, watching the surf for a moment, looking out as if he were watching the pattern of the waves. The tide was coming in, the small swells were already beginning. He turned and went to his board, checking it over before he left the sand.