Raylin Chike

The ocean was absolutely freezing today, although the crazy girl in the dry suit didn't seem to mind as she paddled to the shore, surfboard in tow, the largest grin stretched across her lips. It doesn't take Raylin long to reach the shore, her body sliding off the board and picking it up as she walks the rest of the way to the sandy beach, her feet dry in the dry suit shoes. It wasn't abnormal to see surfers in the ocean during the ocean months and yet, Raylin managed to get the first couple hours to herself, the girl waking up at the crack of dawn to get out before anyone else did. She had a feeling if her mother found it, she would scold her until her ears started bleeding, telling her how dangerous it was to be going out alone. Her mom wasn't wrong... she just hadn't met anyone else that had the same drive she did, the same love and passion she had for the outdoors and she wasn't about to let it stop her for doing things solo.

Hefting her board up, she tucks it securely under her arm as she runs her fingers through her wavy hair, the water dripping down her suit as she moves farther up the beach. Gently setting her board down on the side, she heaves a sigh and plops down hardly caring the sand that clings to her suit as she leans back and turns her chocolate gaze to the horizon, the sun already creeping from behind the ocean. Narrowing her eyes, an easy going smile so adorns her lips as she watches it for awhile, knowing full well the sun would do nothing to her right now, no warmth could reach her even as her eyes travel the sky and hardly see a cloud in sight. How she missed the summer months already but they would be here soon enough.

It isn't long before that the wetness from her hair chills her body, the girl finally admitting defeat as she pushes from the ground, hardly bothering to wipe the sand from her backside, as she reaches down to grasp her board once more. Beginning the trek home, she moves a bit closer to the water, the sand more firm here as she continues to watch the sunrise whilst moving down the beach. She lived only a couple of miles from here, the girl hardly needing to own a vehicle in the city, though she had thought to herself multiple times it would be nice to have a run down van just to transport her gear. It was an idea she entertained every once in awhile, but she hardly wanted to waste money on something that would only sit as a lawn ornament.

The thought is chased away briefly by the distraction of a rather furry lump on a dock she passed practically every day. Pausing, she stares at the sleeping dog, almost tempted to not bother the pup but a fierce sort of determination filled her. Every day for the last week she had passed this dock in hopes she could coax the animal out, and every time he refused to budge, looking at her like she was trespassing. I mean... the dog wasn't wrong she sort of was trespassing but... Raylin just wanted to pet the pup! Today, she came prepared. Setting down her board quietly, she moves to the base of the dock, gingerly sitting down as she pushes her pink locks over her shoulder. "Hi there puppy," she coos quietly, "You're such a pretty boy, you know that?" She grins at the dog, slowly reaching into a zipper pocket to produce a plastic bag full of dog jerky treats.

The dog refused to ever approach her, occasionally bark at her but he never budged from his little spot. Opening the bag, she produces several jerky treats, setting one an arm's length away on the wooden planks, "Do you want a treat?" She coos at him again, her voice gently and welcoming. She was far too determined to make friends with this dog, even it made her late for work she would make sure she pet the damn dog today. "You have to come over here if you want a treat," she waves another one, hoping to send the smell of it down the dock.