Money could buy you a lot of things. Clothing, food, home, cars, even friendships if you didn't mind the shallow type that meant very little to you. It could buy you protection, happiness if you're shallow, satisfaction if you were a physical person. What it couldn't buy was total and complete peace. Where your mind is soothed, and your body is calm. When the problems of the world fade away, the mortals that tied you, bound you for a hundred and fifty years were gone. You didn't have to worry about trusting anyone, about guarding yourself, about putting on a show or n act for those around you so they saw only what you wished them to see.
That was what it was like now. Two in the morning, darkness save for the light of the semi-full moon that shone over head. The air was frigid at such a time in Staten Island, the impending winter very obvious on the breeze that kicked in off the calmly moving waters of the ocean. It lapped at the sand, drifted across it and caressed it, reaching frothy fingers up the ankles of the woman standing there in silence. Frigid or not it hadn't stoped Daevika from shedding the loose dress she had worn, and it lay in a haphazard pile over her tote, sandals, and various other items she had brought along with her, covering it in a display that said she had dropped it there without much thought.
What she stood in was a vividly colored bikini (see outfit link for more details), its straps along the hips hugging her body tightly. Despite the frigid temperature she didn't seem to be the least bit bothered by it. Not even as the salt spray of the ocean spritzed the front of her body, the wind that caused it sending the wild array of brown curls around her face, shoulders, wrapping lightly along her throat before they all bounced right back into place. For that brief moment her lashes fluttered down over both eyes, a smile playing over her lips.
The only sound aside from the ocean washing up the shore was the soft music (link above) that drifted from her phone, the only item ontop of the dress and not covered by its splay. Calm and filling the area. For a while she was absolutely still, letting her toes sink into the sand as the water washed up higher over her lower calves and the tide came in just a bit more. Very slowly her hands came up from her body towards the front, fingers cupped around her palms. As both hands drifted higher, the water in front of her seemed to seperate. Two balls formed from the liquid, ever swirling and moving, undulating within themselves as they seemed to trail behind the travel of her hands.
Each hand drifted fluidly upwards over her head, and with them the orbs of water trailed, leaving a trail of liquid behind in the air like twins tails. She didn't stop moving there, her figure moved, turning slowly to the side as her arms trailed about her fluidly, feet pushing through wet sand, eyes still closed as she moved. A dance, of sorts, slow and fluid in movement, her body undulated and shifted, her hips rocked to the side and her right leg lifted up behind her. With it arched another orb of water, trailing along behind the lift of her foot as she arched her back and dipped her head back.