~ she made her way along the edge of the beach, the sun and sand and surf were no stranger to her. She thought to take in the day, away from all that surrounded her as of late. she slowly tranced her way to the benches, from what she had seen she looks towards the water, her eyes taking in the view before her. a voice bellowing and laughter. She frowns, too many people having too much fun. she frowns and moves forward not caring too much about the benches nor the towels. she spotte dthe girl. and thought nothing on it...it wa sthe man, or boy before her that she could not believe even stoof before her they way that he did. without word nor thought, she hands him the towel

The young man -who looks to be in his early twenties- smiles and offers a word of thanks as he takes the towel from Lark. He tosses it over his shoulder, while swinging his head the other direction to get his hair to fall down to one side of himself. With both hands he begins to wring out his long, jet black hair. When it�s dry it is silky and soft, the kind of softness that encourages some people to want to curl up and sleep in it. There is a certain young lady that swoons every time he runs his hands through it, which he does often in the summer to cool his head.

lark looks at the man, strangely tilting her head, she wondered just what was going on here....After handing him the towel and went to question, her hand tucking back a free piece of her autumn red hair behind her ear... "Excuse my asking but....who are you? " she knew she sounded rude, but she was rather surprised...and she did not handle surprise very

The young man tosses back his head and laughs. His laugh has as much bass in it as his voice. Some might say his laugh sounds a lot like Kayos� but then Kayos does play father to all the Arepharis children. He looks back at Lark again, his eyes dancing and the laugh seems to have left a warm smile on his face. When he speaks, there is an underlining coldness to this tone, but over all it is sincere. He is an honest man. Some would say brutally honest. How quickly some people forget. It�s only been a year since you�ve seen me in the flesh, Princess.

she looks at the man, furrowing her brow. She steps back hearing his voice sounding so familiar and the the laughter. Sent chills down her spine. But that look...she knew that look all to well....yet she was unsure...she was told he was dead...and yet there was a robot or whatever it was....she steps closer , peering at him waiting to get the sign of who he really was.... his name at the tip of her lips.

The young looking man chuckles at the look upon Lark's face. He shakes his head sadly then frowns a bit. If she truly hated him as much as he's always thought she did, she'd know the sight of him better. Maybe she never thought much about him at all? He suddenly wonders why he's thinking about it and let's it go. A slight smirk crosses his lips and he tilts his head down a bit while still looking straight ahead. "You look like you've seen a Ghost."

a ghost~ sure thing it felt like she had....looks at the man still confused...."I had a ....well...it can't be." she studies him a bit more and then steps back.... "Nick ...is that you...." her hand extends towards him poking his side...."your were dead though..."