Tornados from a butterfly's wing
She stood on the sea worn rocks at the base of the cliffs, where the wind didn't blow so harshly. Living in Nerine had given her the gift of a thickly spun coat, that only now that spring was ending had begun to thin.
Ama looked hard at the ocean, her jewel tone eyes reflecting back the iron waters that crashed against the shore endlessly. She wanted to go and do something, anything, that would take away the feelings of uselessness she'd felt curling in her chest. Ever since Neverwhere had vanished into the snow and the creepy dragon man had come looking for her. Since aunt Lilli had played with fire, and gone away too. Suddenly their family of many parts had disintegrated, and she was left spinning in the undertow.
The ocean helped, a little. It was cold and harsh, like the kingdom it butted against, but the noise of it was soothing in her head. It drowned out the Sad that seemed to have infiltrated all their lives. The ocean didn't feel Sad, or Happy, or Angry or Scared. It just existed as it was, and that was a kind of simplicity that she needed today. Her lengthening mane and tail whipped about in the wind coming off of the water, tangled knots that she never managed to fully smooth out. There was always more wind to muss it again.
As close as she was to the churning water, she's still felt him before she saw him. Feelings as grey and turbulent as the waves rolled across her, followed by the tap tap tapping of hooves on the worn stone path she herself had taken to get here. A little frown carved the corners of her mouth. She'd wanted to be alone today, but fate seemed to have other plans. And she couldn't fault whoever it was for seeking out the waves to sooth their troubled heart. She'd done the exact same thing.
So when a coppery face not much older than hers emerged from the path, she didn't jump or startle. Didn't even turn to look at him. Just blinked her stone cast eyes and waited for him to notice he wasn't alone.
...Amarine
@[Yanhua]