A Flux of Flame and Ocean

Ronan sat on the beach, a circle inscribed around him that glowed faintly with the flowing characters of the Speech. The glowing pulsed faintly, barely visible in daylight, almost as if the words were sleeping.

He had handwavily called River and asked her to meet him; he hoped that she showed up, but even if she didn't he was certainly going to welcome the brief escape that promised to ensue.


[For River! That they were at the beach, and what they discussed, is fine for broadcast unless otherwise marked, but everything that happens after they leave the beach will be NFB due to distance.]