She went to the beach because it was a warm and breezy day wearing loose clothes that blew out in the wind. Her feet were bare and she pranced along in the sand spinning and twirling and crying out to the gulls. Bloby followed her along, as a humming bird, zipping around her as she spun.
She felt as flighty as a feather, wanting to drift up into the sky and go where ever the wind took her. She wanted to fly. But she couldn't. Her feet were as attached to the ground as gravity kept its hold.
So she did the next best thing, she lept and jumped and twirled as well as she could. Laughing into the wind.
Davyn felt a little unsure about inviting himself in, so to speak, but he was glad that he'd come. He stood back, smiling, watching her as she danced along the beach. She was beautiful, and positively glowed when she was in a mood like this.