10-21-2019, 01:53 PM
Tension leached every corner of the isles. Unsettling quiet hung heavy in the palms, along the shining beaches, everywhere that carefree laughter used to ring. It was a tragedy, in the saltwater girl's mind. Her home had never been a place of stress and insecurity, despite the chaos that ruled the rest of the world. It was one of many reasons she loved it so.
Yet still, despite the air of disruption that lingered wherever she went, the pale mare continued her day to day activities with her same brightness and optimism. This was Ischia, after all. No one could change it for long.
Her footsteps carried her along the broad beach, where the water sloshed very near to low tide and the white sand stretched as far as she could see going or coming. A beautiful morning, with the air less humid than usual as autumn settled on the world. Her high stepping gait carried her to the edge where water cut at her home, and the lands beyond. So many unknowns, and she felt herself being carried away by the current of it all.
Further upshore, she sees someone arrive. He is paler even than herself, rising from the water like a stray wash of sea foam to pause on the sand. His call does not go unanswered long, as the finned mare trotted gracefully toward him and the strange creature that clings to his side.
"Hello," she said, smiling pleasantly as she approached the stranger. "I'm Aquaria. Can I help you?" He does not seem a stranger, not fully, as she sees his ease after his swim. Still she knows she has not met him before now. And he did not venture past the shore, waiting for someone to greet him. Curiosity pricked at her as she waits for more information.
@[Ruinam]
Yet still, despite the air of disruption that lingered wherever she went, the pale mare continued her day to day activities with her same brightness and optimism. This was Ischia, after all. No one could change it for long.
Her footsteps carried her along the broad beach, where the water sloshed very near to low tide and the white sand stretched as far as she could see going or coming. A beautiful morning, with the air less humid than usual as autumn settled on the world. Her high stepping gait carried her to the edge where water cut at her home, and the lands beyond. So many unknowns, and she felt herself being carried away by the current of it all.
Further upshore, she sees someone arrive. He is paler even than herself, rising from the water like a stray wash of sea foam to pause on the sand. His call does not go unanswered long, as the finned mare trotted gracefully toward him and the strange creature that clings to his side.
"Hello," she said, smiling pleasantly as she approached the stranger. "I'm Aquaria. Can I help you?" He does not seem a stranger, not fully, as she sees his ease after his swim. Still she knows she has not met him before now. And he did not venture past the shore, waiting for someone to greet him. Curiosity pricked at her as she waits for more information.
@[Ruinam]