There is simply no time like the present, and this is how she learns best too—

Astrid sees that familiar shift of weight on the sand, a newfound tension in Clarisse’s limbs and the sense of waiting, and her own balance shifts in response: the way a dog might dip into a play-bow, or a cat wiggles ready to pounce. There’s a gleeful grin growing on her face, sizing up the other woman,

and rather than wait and gauge and suss out careful angles of approach, Astrid goes ahead and seizes the opportunity and launches herself at Clarisse, a single indelicate charge to try to tackle her on the sands.