↞ Meira ↠
The strange island who changes its appearance each season sprawls before her. Meira has not yet left the beach, for it has been too long since she let the sea know just how she loved it. The way the water rushes to greet her earth-bound limbs, and the way it feels upon her skin. It is as important to her as the air she breathes. So she sinks, sinks into the sea beside the strange island that is full of magic. Beneath the waves, nothing else matters. The sounds of the world above become so soft, so quiet. They creep from a dull roar to a quiet hum. Azure chasms slide open beneath the waves, and a smile crawls across her face. The water here is still cold, it too is shedding the memories of winter at the edges of the sea. Down, down, down she plunges into the blue expanse. Then, as if to remind her that she no longer belongs to the sea, it gently pushes her away. The currents pull her toward the island, closer and closer until she is standing upon the sands once more. Meira casts her gaze behind her with a quiet smile upon her face. The sea thanks her for the visit, but lets her know when it is time to go.
If it were up to her, she would go home and never leave. She would leave the world of the mages and land-bound equines far behind. They could take the sea from her, but not out of her. Meira murmurs her love for the fathomless depths before she turns to venture into the heart of the island. Her frame drips with each step she takes, and the chill of the air is quick to descend upon her flesh. She is more whole, each time she steps foot on land again when she has made a visit home. The gentle reminders from the tides are always bittersweet. The sea is an excellent lover, but it does not love only her. It loves in ways that are intangible. Much like the stars in the sky. The sea is her sun. Meira moves further and further into the island, back to where she first encountered the throne with the stranger just days ago. When she arrives, she stops and stares. Meira is unable to decide if she should approach it, or investigate the surrounding area.
So she stares. Waits and stares for the ghosts to come out. It will not be the first time that ghosts have chosen to gnaw on her bones. It is always when she is a little more whole, and each time they take a little more from her. They are like him. Raking their fangs along her vulnerable hide. A hide that has just had fresh salt poured across it. As she turns, she spots movement near her. The movement is just slightly to her left, and her ocean chasms search for the movement. The earth-bound sea remains quiet, but obviously aware of her surroundings. She exists in a state somewhere between social and withdrawn.
@Tenebrae
I am so awful at starters ;__; I hope this is okay obsi <3
If it were up to her, she would go home and never leave. She would leave the world of the mages and land-bound equines far behind. They could take the sea from her, but not out of her. Meira murmurs her love for the fathomless depths before she turns to venture into the heart of the island. Her frame drips with each step she takes, and the chill of the air is quick to descend upon her flesh. She is more whole, each time she steps foot on land again when she has made a visit home. The gentle reminders from the tides are always bittersweet. The sea is an excellent lover, but it does not love only her. It loves in ways that are intangible. Much like the stars in the sky. The sea is her sun. Meira moves further and further into the island, back to where she first encountered the throne with the stranger just days ago. When she arrives, she stops and stares. Meira is unable to decide if she should approach it, or investigate the surrounding area.
So she stares. Waits and stares for the ghosts to come out. It will not be the first time that ghosts have chosen to gnaw on her bones. It is always when she is a little more whole, and each time they take a little more from her. They are like him. Raking their fangs along her vulnerable hide. A hide that has just had fresh salt poured across it. As she turns, she spots movement near her. The movement is just slightly to her left, and her ocean chasms search for the movement. The earth-bound sea remains quiet, but obviously aware of her surroundings. She exists in a state somewhere between social and withdrawn.
@Tenebrae
I am so awful at starters ;__; I hope this is okay obsi <3
