The clear blue sky stretched on over tropical waters that shimmered in the light of the morning sun. Waves lapped at the beach, leaving moist sand down by the shoreline, and small sailboats made their way up the coast.
Her toes dug into the sand.
Anna Lenai stood on the beach in a blue skirt and a short-sleeved shirt that left her midriff bare, her red-gold hair tied back in its customary ponytail. She paused to watch the scenery.
Pressing her lips together, Anna turned her face up to the sky. The breeze blew hair back from her face. “It"s pretty,” she said to her Nassai. “But after three years out here, I think I might actually miss snow.”
Her symbiont offered wry amusement as response, and she had to resist the urge to burst out with giggles. He was much more open with his feelings t
