It was always the easiest option to take the twins to the beach for a day in the sun. Even though it was an open landscape with no fences to keep them in, it somehow proved less stressful than chasing them around the park or aquarium. The beach left fewer options for them to pull her in so many directions as they oft did; it was either the water or playing in the sand. They had spent some time splashing around at the water each time a wave came up to lick at their feet. Izzy and Micah were still far too young for any true swimming in the ocean but still found delight in the water coming up to their shins and digging in the wet sand in attempt to catch those little sand crabs.
As the sun wore on Nadya gathered them back to their blanket laid out amongst the many others up on the dry sand. They nibbled on their sandwiches and goldfish watching the other beach goers in silence. Micah's eyes began to droop for lack of a nap and began to become fussy about it. "Come here, you're fine." Nadya gathered her son so his head was laid on her lap, holding a cap above his head to create some shade as she stroked his back. Izzy was having none of the nap idea though she was bored with her own toys and began to look at the other people situated around them.
Her attention caught on the man only a few feet away with his canopy and a delightful colorful thing sticking out of the ground. While her mother was occupied soothing her brother, the three year old decided to investigate as was natural not just for her age but also her feline nature. The little hispanic girl eyed the man with his meal before her wide inquisitive gaze turned to the board she now found herself standing next to. The child was drawn to others of their kind even if she couldn't tell why. Nadya had only turned her attention away from Micah now that he had closed his eyes to see she had lost a child to the occupant nearby. "Izzy, no, leave it." Her little fingers were outstretched to touch the surfboard. Dear lord that child was going to be the end of her more and more like her father everyday.
Nadya had to steel herself to the pitiful whines of her son as she disturbed his rest and carried him the few feet over. "I'm sorry, she's very curious about your surfboard. She liked watching everyone out there in the waves." She offered the man a warm smile hoping he would be too upset about a toddler investigating his things.
Nadya Tetradore