08-05-2019, 07:51 PM
there's a storm ragin' deep in my soul
there's a howlin' wind that I just can't control
there's a howlin' wind that I just can't control
This isn’t home – oops.
She really had intended to swim from their little island to mainland Ischia, but she’d set off away from Papa and her twin and apparently begun swimming in the wrong direction. Father would have intercepted her, she is sure, except that he was away, off to take care of something else while Nihlus and the twins slept (he thought) quite soundly on their tiny little outlying island.
The dark-coated filly lifts her head and peers through the rain at the unfamiliar trees. Ischia’s trees are leafier, somehow, more spreading greenery to offer dense jungle of shade. Here the leaves throw broader, shallower pools of shade on the white sand. She doesn’t bother to try and shake herself dry – what would be the point? – but begins to meander curiously up the beach, bringing her raincloud with her. It’s stormy today, perhaps influenced by the sea-swim, and a trail of wet sand marks her path.
Liese lifts her head to look around again and catches sight of the other child up the beach – excited (she’s never met someone who wasn’t her sibling before!) she starts trotting, nickering a greeting. “Hello! Hi!” she draws closer just in time to see him take a drink and make a face, and then she can’t help but giggle aloud, stopping far enough away that she won’t get him rained on also. “You’re not supposed to drink it. It’s salt water.” A quick grin, bright eyes still smiling. “I’m Liese!”
She really had intended to swim from their little island to mainland Ischia, but she’d set off away from Papa and her twin and apparently begun swimming in the wrong direction. Father would have intercepted her, she is sure, except that he was away, off to take care of something else while Nihlus and the twins slept (he thought) quite soundly on their tiny little outlying island.
The dark-coated filly lifts her head and peers through the rain at the unfamiliar trees. Ischia’s trees are leafier, somehow, more spreading greenery to offer dense jungle of shade. Here the leaves throw broader, shallower pools of shade on the white sand. She doesn’t bother to try and shake herself dry – what would be the point? – but begins to meander curiously up the beach, bringing her raincloud with her. It’s stormy today, perhaps influenced by the sea-swim, and a trail of wet sand marks her path.
Liese lifts her head to look around again and catches sight of the other child up the beach – excited (she’s never met someone who wasn’t her sibling before!) she starts trotting, nickering a greeting. “Hello! Hi!” she draws closer just in time to see him take a drink and make a face, and then she can’t help but giggle aloud, stopping far enough away that she won’t get him rained on also. “You’re not supposed to drink it. It’s salt water.” A quick grin, bright eyes still smiling. “I’m Liese!”
Liese
there's a fire inside me I can't explain
every time you touch me my love falls like rain
every time you touch me my love falls like rain
