The bridge and monster sea feels like home. The pearls and the glass feel like pieces of her dreams that somehow cut their way through her skin to freedom. Even the bloom on rust and oil on the waves do not terrify her.
Thana does not know why this place feels like home, but it does. And so she walks with wonder in her heart instead of that once infinite feeling of searching. Her eyes when she catches a glimpse of them in a bit of mirror that reflects her form do not hold in them bits of white water and deer with antlers of steel instead of a bone. Instead in her eyes there is the sea and bits of pearls shining back at her like stars.
She walks on, and on, and on. Each mile of the bridge settles a storm she did not know was brewing. Each brush of a hot breeze on her cheek feels like salvation. The roar of the sea-creatures feels like an lullaby. A smile brushes as faintly as a butterfly wing across her lips.
When she reaches that wall of ivy, and the berries beating like hearts on stems of brown bones, her smile blooms into a hawk of a look across her lips. Her horn flashes in the sun when she looks up, up, up to find an end to it that is not there. Hope blooms in her chest like a petal with metal edges.
Thana rests her cheek against a vine of ivy. It does not wither and die. Her heart stutters a beat until it's thrumming to the same pace as the berries.
Home, her heart sings to the ivy, I want to go home.
@Asterion
STAFF EDIT***
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