The air is warm from the sunshine and he hears the waves washing up onto the shore as he slowly shuffles along the path. By now, Kaidan's used to the walking stick he needs to get around but he still hasn't come to the point where he likes being old.
A silhouette peels from the shadows of the large palmtrees and saunters slowly towards him.
Her voice's mischieveous and warm at the same time. Just like he remembers it over all those years.
"Hey, Shepard." He smiles. She hasn't changed a bit. Copper-coloured hair, a crease on her cheek that's almost a dimple when she smiles that lopsided grin that shows she's up to no good. Freckles around her nose.
"How've you been?" she asks. "It's been a while since you came by last."
He wonders for a moment if there's a hint of reproach in her voice but then brushes the thought away. She used to get upset with him when he had developed a habit of showing up a bit too often in the years just after the war, but as he grew older and the l