Malik
07-03-2021, 07:52 PM
The water is so warm here.
Malik laughs in delight, which turns into a whistle before he dives back down beneath the waters as a young bottlenose dolphin.
Though the jungles of his homeland do not ever grow cool, the winter winds do gust hard, and the heated steam that keeps the kingdom tropical sometimes blows away. But it’s not like that here. It’s just warm in a way that suggests it’s always warm, and that seems very nice.
Will @Acionna be here, he wonders? There had been other islands but this one is the largest, with the widest beach where he is sure he will be spotted. Having come to the shallows, the dolphin becomes Malik again.
A lanky almost-yearling, the boy’s black coat stands out on the white beach. The late afternoon sun is shining through the clouds of a thunderstorm that appears to have just passed, and a rainbow arches in the sky overhead.
Malik has not been raised to believe in Signs, but surely the bright arch across the sky is good luck of some sort, and he smiles. Will someone come find him, he wonders? OR should he go look for them? Wishbone’s words come back to him - we shouldn’t walk in until someone greets us - and his hooves remain still.
Malik laughs in delight, which turns into a whistle before he dives back down beneath the waters as a young bottlenose dolphin.
Though the jungles of his homeland do not ever grow cool, the winter winds do gust hard, and the heated steam that keeps the kingdom tropical sometimes blows away. But it’s not like that here. It’s just warm in a way that suggests it’s always warm, and that seems very nice.
Will @Acionna be here, he wonders? There had been other islands but this one is the largest, with the widest beach where he is sure he will be spotted. Having come to the shallows, the dolphin becomes Malik again.
A lanky almost-yearling, the boy’s black coat stands out on the white beach. The late afternoon sun is shining through the clouds of a thunderstorm that appears to have just passed, and a rainbow arches in the sky overhead.
Malik has not been raised to believe in Signs, but surely the bright arch across the sky is good luck of some sort, and he smiles. Will someone come find him, he wonders? OR should he go look for them? Wishbone’s words come back to him - we shouldn’t walk in until someone greets us - and his hooves remain still.