Of all the places his wife had wished to journey to it had to be by the ocean. Standing outside their rented home for the summer Daniel grimaced. He had never liked the ocean. It was an untidy thing. A maddening breeze always drove sand and salt down ones lungs. No, the ocean had always been his brother's domain. He'd much rather the shadows of his own life then the sea breeze and sand dunes that Freya had insisted on for this summer.

Inside the servants were unpacking, an equally unruly world that Daniel wished to avoid. Torn between wishing to avoid both the ocean and their summer home Daniel sighed. There was nothing for it, they were here now and he would be a fool not to enjoy Freya's enthusiasm for such a venture if he were to have to tolerate such unpleasantness all summer.

Daniel strode back into their lodgings and looked for his wife's golden hair amid the chaos. Ah, there she was.

"Freya." Daniel murmured as he came up to her. "Would you care for a walk? You can show me everything." After all she had gone on about it at such length while trying to convince him to lent a home here that she seemed to know everything about the place.