Eira had found the content of the mission to be quite amusing and to a certain extent, she found the young woman’s dedication to business a bit inspiring. Yet, within that same length, she also found the task of running a lemonade stand to be rather mundane– a small job that simply didn’t require the assistance of any coven. Despite being unimpressed with a child throwing money carelessly around, Eira found herself at the beach nevertheless.

In the end, Eira was expected to complete the task she was assigned to and she would not dismiss the opportunity to receive some sort of pay for running a lemonade stand, it was a straightforward task and doable. With that thought, she breathed out a small sigh; pale colored eyes peering out towards the ocean and all concealed underneath a white veil. The color was a change of pace for Eira, her black dress exchanged with a sundress and just as pale in color while her head was adorned with a tan sunhat. To the few strangers that glanced her way, it was an odd sight though strangely enough… her choice of fashion was somewhat fitting for the beach setting.

Eira turned her gaze away from the rolling waves the ocean and leaned down to remove the sandals, glading ditching the footwear as she stepped further into the sands of the beach; the feeling warm and comforting. Her balance was a bit off at first as she trudged through the beach, but the closer she grew to the unbuilt stand the easier it was for her to walk with very little trouble.

“I see that you decided to wait until I arrived.” Eira commented, her movement growing to halt when she noticed her partner staring off towards the sea. She briefly glanced towards the brightly colored waters though the moment was extremely short lived for her, “It does look nice, but unfortunately there is work that needs to be done.”

he could feel various emotions within that moment upon receiving the praise– or was it an insult? Eira breathed out a small breath at the snide comment and she shook her head, a small laugh leaving her at how easily the girl seemed to disregard manners; even the poor knew how to properly react than she did within that very moment, “I truly appreciate your efforts, but unfortunately I’m not open to criticism.” Eira replied, her voice neutral and cool; almost as if she was entirely disinterested in the girl and the situation itself.

Eira turned her gaze away from the rolling waves, her attention now centering on her partner when the silence was broken again; this time she received an introduction– one she had already anticipated upon seeing the woman, “I’m glad that we can agree, but are introductions really necessary? It’s good to see you again Chanel, I’m Eira Vadén.” She decides to humor Chanel a bit, a small smug smile noticeably settling onto her lips; she honestly assumed that her parents would have raised her better, but it was best to keep the comment to herself.

She doesn’t particularly care if Chanel chooses to remember who she was, but the fact was is that she’s different. Eira was no longer the pleasant girl parading around the mask for her family, she was serious and quiet– a stark contrast to who she once was nor was she parading around Sundial with a blindfold. She shifts her stance, eyes trailing Chanel’s moments before her eyes eventually settle on the various planks of wood and the blueprint to follow, “I won’t argue if you prefer to do the handywork yourself, but if you wanting help, I’ll be glad to give it so as long as you keep snide comments to yourself.”