10-21-2018, 03:44 PM
The world sounds quiet without the beat of the shore, but the redheaded girl is enjoying the silence. She cannot remember a time without it, and though she will long for it in time, the novelty of its absence is pleasant.
She stands in the middle of an empty field, surrounded by rolling frostbitten hills that are themselves ringed by fiery trees. It is so different a place from home. She finds it beautiful. Wax smiles, the expression faint and mostly covered by her tangle of bleached hair. Always in her face - like some uncouth ruffian her mother had said.
At the thought of her mother the smile fades again, because to think of her mother is to think of Wane, and there wherever that he might be. It is certainly not here, she knows. The chestnut mare stomps one dark foot firmly on the cold dirt and inhales a sharp, crisp breath.
One more place to cross of the list.
A shame - she thinks Wane might have liked this meadow that seems as endless as the sea.
@[Anbody] and also @[Wane] if you want i guess :|
She stands in the middle of an empty field, surrounded by rolling frostbitten hills that are themselves ringed by fiery trees. It is so different a place from home. She finds it beautiful. Wax smiles, the expression faint and mostly covered by her tangle of bleached hair. Always in her face - like some uncouth ruffian her mother had said.
At the thought of her mother the smile fades again, because to think of her mother is to think of Wane, and there wherever that he might be. It is certainly not here, she knows. The chestnut mare stomps one dark foot firmly on the cold dirt and inhales a sharp, crisp breath.
One more place to cross of the list.
A shame - she thinks Wane might have liked this meadow that seems as endless as the sea.
@[Anbody] and also @[Wane] if you want i guess :|