Disclamer: Olette is not mine, though I wish she was. ;-;
Olette smiled, brushing her wind swept hair from her face. It had been so long since she had gone to the beach, which was strange, since she now LIVED on an island. The autum wind blew sand across her legs, as some seagulls squaked a few yards away, fighting over a fish one of them had managed to catch.
The island was small, she thought. How she missed Twilight town... But she tried to keep on a happy face, telling herself it was just like going on a trip.
She stood and brushed off her tan kaprees and sighed. Time to go find someone to amuse herself with.
She shoved her hands into her pockets, only to have her fingers come in contact with a strange object.
Olette, being curious by nature(then again, if something was
in your pocket,
why wouldn't you be?), pulled the object out and
let it roll in the palm of her hand.
She smiled... It was a
glass orb, transparent when held up to the sun...
Now, missing
her home even more, she walked back to the inner island, placing it
back in her pocket.