The couple walks down the stairs from their house on the top of a crag falling into the sea, with a tall short-haired blonde carrying a cooler, that she leaves beside a shed from where she takes a small table and a couple of chairs and moves them to a spot nearby the border of water. Meanwhile, her companion a shorter woman with aquamarine hair carries a basket that makes the company to the cooler while she takes a couple of towels and a sunshade and accommodates them with the other apparel. Both, just come back for the containers and hand in hand go back to their spot.
"Michiru, I have been thinking..." says while serving white wine
"That is a dangerous thing" answers
"Meanie. As I said, I was thinking of making a terrace on that projection in the middle of the stairs. We could have a summer living room there, maybe even a bar and we could have lunch there instead of coming all the way down here. We also could make it of glass, so we are sheltered and keep the wonderful view" starts to eat from the plate Michiru just served.
"But Haruka, it is nice to have lunch here, walking on the sand is relaxing"
At that moment, the wind started to blow and a certain amount of sand got into their food, and Haruka raised her eyebrow.
"Should I point out that sometimes the wind likes to play with it?"
"You made the point. And I agree, but you will handle the contractors"
"I wouldn't expect it otherwise"
"By the way, Haruka. I know that it was you the one who controlled the wind to cover us in the sand"
"Ha, ha, ha, me? No, never…" Haruka had a shit eating smirk
"Yes, and you forgot something"
Suddenly Haruka feels a chilling sensation in her spine when she realizes a shadow over her and suddenly, she is soaked by a sea wave.
"I control the sea"