Aestas cannot stop the constant, incessant need to explore.
It beats like a painful thrum in her chest—a forever reverberation that drives her further and further from her homeland in Tephra and away from her sisters that are as much her home as the jungle around them. She doesn’t know how to explain to them that she has a constant thirst form ore. That she has a constant need to see wha tis beyond the horizon. That she wants to see what lies beyond. That she wants to know what lives under each rock and around each corner. That she wants to learn and see and experience.
How it hurts to stagnate and stay in one place, that it feels like death to atrophy in such a way.
So she doesn’t. Instead, she slips away, even in the darkness that now blankets the land around them and only comes back when her limbs are nearly weak with exhaustion, heavy from the time away. She can feel like the slick sweat against her neck, her pale mane sticking to it, as she moves in the familiar direction of the beach, but she doesn’t bother alleviating the heat that comes with it. She prefers it.
Breathing in the air deeply, her breath still not completely caught, she only pauses when she sees someone she does not recognize. Curious more than afraid—a trait that, perhaps, will get her in trouble one day—she walks up alongside him. The ocean reaches for her, washing up her weary legs and she stands next to him in the tide. She angles her head toward him, studying him for a second before looking back out.
“You could swim, you know, but it’s hard to see at night and even harder to swim during…”
Her voice fades off and there’s something almost like a dark laugh hidden in the pause,
“All of this."
so you should get on board with someone whose course is steadier than mine
you should get on board with someone whose eyes are on the horizon, not on the skies
@[Reave]