[Towels? Who needs towels, she'll dry off eventually. She does stir as Mahalia draws near, at least, is very used to the feeling of her little sister's glitter in the air.
She lifts her head from where she'd had it resting on her folded arms, sitting up. It's about time to turn back over onto her back. She's already so dark it probably wouldn't show if she tanned unevenly, and it is unlikely she would burn, but it's really just the principle of the thing.]
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She lifts her head from where she'd had it resting on her folded arms, sitting up. It's about time to turn back over onto her back. She's already so dark it probably wouldn't show if she tanned unevenly, and it is unlikely she would burn, but it's really just the principle of the thing.]
There you are, chiquita.