02-25-2018, 02:54 AM
haze like a fever
i fell like a dreamer for sweet tea and lemonade; it clings to my t-shirt it’s loud and it lingers, designed to suffocate. i light up to find what i’ve known all this time, there’s some beauty here yet
She loves the ocean. It is as wild and untamed as her. Some days she finds that it will match her mood perfectly (when she’s angry the waves crash upon the shore with unrelenting force, when she’s sad the tide is low and there’s a gloom to the beach’s weather, when she’s happy the sun is high and the waves are soft hushes) and those are days she particularly enjoys. Although Wishbone is not tied to the rhythm of the tides like the ocean is, she finds they are kindred spirits.
It doesn’t occur to her that someone might’ve never seen an ocean before. She has spent all her life on Tephra’s island, surrounded on all sides by the shoreline. There is not one direction she might travel where she does not end up on one beach or another. Trekori’s awe causes a delirious giggle to dance past her lips.
When he leans against her (first because he wasn’t paying attention, secondly because she is pulling him in) she doesn’t object. While the otters hold her attention momentarily, the feeling of her new friend’s wings brushing along her side distracts her (for a flashing moment she thinks of her father with his mighty, dark wings).
Wishbone is delighted at Trekori’s excitement with her discovery. It had been an adventure finding them earlier (she had splashed in after them initially, but her long legs are not used to swimming just yet and so she nearly drowned trying to reach them) and, although she had run around the island sopping wet, no one had been able to explain what the creatures were.
“Aren’t they so cute?” Amber eyes glance toward purple ones, a wild smile dancing on the corners of her mouth. “I don’t know what they’re called, but they look like sea squirrels.” Wishbone has seen her fair share of land squirrels before — climbing the trees on her way to the common areas of Beqanna with her mother — and she chalks up the furry water creatures to some sort of version of them. “I think they sleep like that so they don’t drift away from one another.”
It doesn’t occur to her that someone might’ve never seen an ocean before. She has spent all her life on Tephra’s island, surrounded on all sides by the shoreline. There is not one direction she might travel where she does not end up on one beach or another. Trekori’s awe causes a delirious giggle to dance past her lips.
When he leans against her (first because he wasn’t paying attention, secondly because she is pulling him in) she doesn’t object. While the otters hold her attention momentarily, the feeling of her new friend’s wings brushing along her side distracts her (for a flashing moment she thinks of her father with his mighty, dark wings).
Wishbone is delighted at Trekori’s excitement with her discovery. It had been an adventure finding them earlier (she had splashed in after them initially, but her long legs are not used to swimming just yet and so she nearly drowned trying to reach them) and, although she had run around the island sopping wet, no one had been able to explain what the creatures were.
“Aren’t they so cute?” Amber eyes glance toward purple ones, a wild smile dancing on the corners of her mouth. “I don’t know what they’re called, but they look like sea squirrels.” Wishbone has seen her fair share of land squirrels before — climbing the trees on her way to the common areas of Beqanna with her mother — and she chalks up the furry water creatures to some sort of version of them. “I think they sleep like that so they don’t drift away from one another.”