stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
The soft lapping of peaceful waves is the first thing he is aware of. When his pale eyes flutter open the world is still blurry, a consequence of the grogginess he feels in his head. The grit of sand clings to his right side, still damp from the night’s storm (or maybe because of the tides… Tiercel has never been very ocean-savvy). As he shifts his weight forward to gather himself beneath his navy legs, Tiercel tries to remember how he ended up on the beach.
A flash of memories dart behind his eyes like minnows in a pond but there are enough to recall why he feels so dazed and why he woke up in an unfamiliar place. Tiercel had been practicing his swimming beneath the shadows of Tephra’s volcano when a random summertime thunderstorm had appeared on the horizon. While he has never been a good swimmer, an idle mind had encouraged him to try out a new skill and he had found some enjoyment in stretching his muscles in new ways. Yet his novelty with the ways of the tides had left him stranded in the channel between the mainland and an island while the storm had approached like a mammoth. The shores of the island had been much closer than Tephra’s and he had almost made it on his own.
The final stretch of angry waves is the last memory he has of the previous night. When Tiercel stands and gives his body a thorough shakeout, he notices the tip of an underwater rock peeking out of the calm northern ocean. That would explain the dull ache just behind his left ear, where his body has already knit together the gash and left nothing but a pale line of sewn tissue that should fade within the week.
Tiercel’s cerulean eyes glance over the expanse of the ocean between Tephra and the island as he contemplates crossing to the mainland. His stomach gives an audible growl and the sun soothes the remaining aches from sleeping on a wet beach, so the dunskin turns his attention inland.
A flash of memories dart behind his eyes like minnows in a pond but there are enough to recall why he feels so dazed and why he woke up in an unfamiliar place. Tiercel had been practicing his swimming beneath the shadows of Tephra’s volcano when a random summertime thunderstorm had appeared on the horizon. While he has never been a good swimmer, an idle mind had encouraged him to try out a new skill and he had found some enjoyment in stretching his muscles in new ways. Yet his novelty with the ways of the tides had left him stranded in the channel between the mainland and an island while the storm had approached like a mammoth. The shores of the island had been much closer than Tephra’s and he had almost made it on his own.
The final stretch of angry waves is the last memory he has of the previous night. When Tiercel stands and gives his body a thorough shakeout, he notices the tip of an underwater rock peeking out of the calm northern ocean. That would explain the dull ache just behind his left ear, where his body has already knit together the gash and left nothing but a pale line of sewn tissue that should fade within the week.
Tiercel’s cerulean eyes glance over the expanse of the ocean between Tephra and the island as he contemplates crossing to the mainland. His stomach gives an audible growl and the sun soothes the remaining aches from sleeping on a wet beach, so the dunskin turns his attention inland.
tiercel.
@[Eyas] @[Gale]