The sound of waves colliding with the rocks resonated along the southern coast. It was like a reflection of time, and the turbulent way that it progressed forward. Every crash echoed in the hollows of her ears as she watched the waves consume each rock carved into the landscape. The damp atmosphere begged a shiver from her defined frame, absent was the humid air of the sea. The stench of salt was steal abundant, one of the few things winter could not steal from the sea. Winter could steal the comfort of the sea's warm breath, but not her nature, not her presence, and not her scent. Noctiilucent found herself contemplating these traits, and though they were personifications she could not be sure that was all they were. Given that the deities of her homeland had proven their existence to her, she grew wary of the world itself. It was not honest, and once prior she had been a liar as well. The volatile tempest stirred another barrage upon the jagged rocks once more, and with her attack a sigh escaped the pink dusted lips of the mare on the shore.
The heavens were drenched in a brilliant starscape, dusted by galaxies and glittering stars. The moon made its cold presence known, and aside from the symphony spun by the tempest, the night was still. Not another sound could be heard, but the song of the tempest was hard to contest. It put her soul at ease as she stood in admiration beside the sea. Her breath disappearing into the vastness of the heavens in puffs of vapor. The crystal upon her pendant glinted in the moonlight, flickering like the stars overhead. Ice crawled up the length of her horns, and made the edges of her tresses brittle. The golden and alabaster minx began to move, hoping that someone would come and pull her from this melancholy she felt. It was so deep that she didn't believe even the sea herself could hold it in the deepest abyss. It had been so long since she'd been in the company of someone, and she desired it. The warmth of comfort, and the compassion of her kin. Noctii was bitterly homesick, but she had decided upon creating a new life here. She could not bare the thought of being placed under the whim of the gods, and walking upon seashells to appease them.
"If only the tempest herself could adopt me to fend off this chill of winter, and bitter misery that has seeped into my bones..." She murmured aloud to herself, hoping her words would lift the weight from her bodice. It was to no avail, but she did not fret if anyone would hear it, it was not often others ventured to the sea in the dead of night in winter.
"Speech"
Notes: First post with Noctii!
Tags: Open | @Vale
Words: 471
Hold onto Me
When you think you're sinking
