A few scattered people still occupy stretches of sand, but it seems like most are packing it up for the day, being as it's edging on towards sunset. One silver-haired human woman, however, sits quite contently on a blanket further up the beach, picking idly at the strings of a guitar. Larin appears at the edge of the beach, his emerald gaze giving the ocean ahead a good long stare. As usual his hands are tucked into the pockets of his windbreaker. His face is lacking its usual good-natured smirk and seems to favor contemplation. The sailboat continues to float serenly, just outside the shallow.