"I think just being on the beach means you'll get sand in your pants," Krem pointed out softly. The waves shooshed softly up against the sand. It was in between tides, and Krem realized he didn't really know if the tide was going in or out and he probably should have figured that out first.

They had to climb over the outcropping of rocks to reach the next little stretch of beach, but behind that, the water was calmer, almost still, a small harbor of sorts. The moon reflected on it and it's slower, lazy night movements.

Krem made sure they were both safely over the rocks and onto the sand before he started to take off his shoes. The sand was still warm from the day, and it felt good against his tired feet when he stripped off shoes and socks to dig his toes into the sand.