11-26-2014, 12:56 AM
The sun still held a reasonable height in the sky for a beach-worthy day by the time Snow found a beach in question. The tip had taken a bit longer than he had anticipated, for a number of reasons. This was a new, unfamiliar city, and he had taken an inadvertently slower pace to absorb the sights better, coupled with the fact that he didn't know his way around. His bike might've helped too, if he had cared enough to form another one at the time.
But Snow was here now, and 'here' was a nice, wide sandy coast, confirmed as a publicly ideal beach. The shoals were far from steep, there seemed to be an absence of rocks in the water, according to the advertising signs, and the flatter land around it formed a particular area where the sun could always be caught beating down on the deposits of beige sand. A thorough number of people were at this place to confirm its popularity, from older folks laying down to relax and catch the rays, to younger ones playing beach sports and splashing around in the water.
As the l'Cie paced on the fringe of the shore, not having bothered to get a change in clothes, he witnessed that, in fact, many of the people who were here did seem to be enjoying themselves. Snow caught wind of a couple of lads looking to try out their kites on the summer breeze, and saw a teenage couple tossing a disc around. Farther behind where he was walking, Snow thought he had heard a couple of people trying their hand at blitzball, a semi-popular swimming-based sport back on Cocoon.
The l'Cie had to stop for a moment and look back at it all to realize - this was an absolutely foreign world. Not just to him, but to everyone here, too. It was a guess, but an educated one, for Snow had to figure this Omniverse was something of an artificial yet natural sense; again, not unlike the flying globus continent of Cocoon. For Snow to have needed to be brought here explicitly by Omni, in that vein nobody who was here was really native if they all had to be here the same way.
That being said, Snow had no way of currently knowing how long the Omniverse had existed. Months? Years? Lifetimes? Snow couldn't prove any of that. Still, at that moment the l'Cie held a certain pleasant surprise in knowing that in spite of all these worlds being beyond their own, that society was not only able to exist, but thrive in happiness. It was a feeling Snow couldn't quite explain nor understand, but it brought a bit of comfort to him.
It was the first scream that snapped him out of it, and the assorted yelling and commotion afterwards that drew his attention. Without a second though as to the issue at hand, Snow set off running to the source, on the farther edge of the beach.
But Snow was here now, and 'here' was a nice, wide sandy coast, confirmed as a publicly ideal beach. The shoals were far from steep, there seemed to be an absence of rocks in the water, according to the advertising signs, and the flatter land around it formed a particular area where the sun could always be caught beating down on the deposits of beige sand. A thorough number of people were at this place to confirm its popularity, from older folks laying down to relax and catch the rays, to younger ones playing beach sports and splashing around in the water.
As the l'Cie paced on the fringe of the shore, not having bothered to get a change in clothes, he witnessed that, in fact, many of the people who were here did seem to be enjoying themselves. Snow caught wind of a couple of lads looking to try out their kites on the summer breeze, and saw a teenage couple tossing a disc around. Farther behind where he was walking, Snow thought he had heard a couple of people trying their hand at blitzball, a semi-popular swimming-based sport back on Cocoon.
The l'Cie had to stop for a moment and look back at it all to realize - this was an absolutely foreign world. Not just to him, but to everyone here, too. It was a guess, but an educated one, for Snow had to figure this Omniverse was something of an artificial yet natural sense; again, not unlike the flying globus continent of Cocoon. For Snow to have needed to be brought here explicitly by Omni, in that vein nobody who was here was really native if they all had to be here the same way.
That being said, Snow had no way of currently knowing how long the Omniverse had existed. Months? Years? Lifetimes? Snow couldn't prove any of that. Still, at that moment the l'Cie held a certain pleasant surprise in knowing that in spite of all these worlds being beyond their own, that society was not only able to exist, but thrive in happiness. It was a feeling Snow couldn't quite explain nor understand, but it brought a bit of comfort to him.
It was the first scream that snapped him out of it, and the assorted yelling and commotion afterwards that drew his attention. Without a second though as to the issue at hand, Snow set off running to the source, on the farther edge of the beach.