[P] stairway to the sea

[Samaira]

It is impossible to ignore the ocean and the way its lulling, crashing, breaking waves have called to her ever since arriving here in Terrastella. It waited for her, beckoned to her, from just beyond the walls of the court.

Like the city, Samaira had never seen the ocean but for drawings and depictions in books her parents had shown her as a child. To be truthful she did not even know if her home had an ocean. Perhaps it had been landlocked and she had never known it.

So it is all of these things that brings Samaira to the beach on this autumn day, with a chill brushing its fingers across her skin and the sun hiding beneath a cover of clouds. She stands where the water rushes up to meet her hooves and she looks out toward the endless blue horizon and she breathes in the salt of the air. There is peace here. There is breathing and solitude and the ever constant ebb and flow of the waves.

It has been a month since she crash landed on this world, in a way she could have never fathomed was possible and still scarcely believed. A month that her wing had been bandaged to her side, useless, healing. Healing. This was the thing she reminded herself of.

One day she will fly again.

And when that day comes Samaira promises herself she will spread her wings, catch a breeze and follow this very ocean for as far as they will carry her. When her wing is well she will find a way to see all the things she has never seen before.