Would you crumble if I whispered to you like the wind
Salt pours into open wounds, it is a ravenous thing. In the sea, there is an abundance of these invisible particles, just as eager to invade the wounds of those who sleep in her embrace. Meira is no different, and she can feel how it burns and aches as she sinks beneath the waves. Sinks. Sinks down, down until there is only darkness. Until her lungs begin to burn like the wounds that the sea has poured itself into. Try as it might, even her beloved sea cannot scrub the memory of him from her skin. Meira drifts toward the surface effortlessly. She is sore that she still has no pelt with which to thrive here. She knows that this is where she will disappear into someday. The inky depths of her ancestors. One with the sea, something that all Roannes came to accept. The seals they claimed were sent back to the ocean. A dull roar begins to ring in her ears and she begins to surface more quickly. She is able to catch a swift breath before a wave crashes down around her. The water rushes through her hair, tangling it with seaweed and sand. It caresses her skin, a reminder that she does not belong to the sea.
Meira sighs as she finds her footing near the shore. She turns to peer back into the rolling waves that have grown quiet. The goodbyes they share are always bittersweet. So few understand what it means to love such an entity. An entity that has filled one's childhood with wonder and love. She turns as saltwater spills from her lashes. It drips from her mane in torrents. The seaweed remains woven in her hair, and she makes no move to correct it. For now, it will be a parting gift. One that might soothe the ache she feels when she is so far from home. Rich earthen tones greet her azure pools. The sound of bells floods her ears like the air in her lungs. She turns, turns until she can see them well. Draped across their frame in various places are bells and fire. They appear to be enjoying the sea themselves, a feeling she can relate to. Meira pauses as she studies the figure before her. She is suddenly aware of how very alone she is.
How little the sea has done to ease her ache. All that she began building seems to have disappeared from beneath her. The princess of Delumine departed without a goodbye to hunt old gods with her family. Meira knows she cannot blame the princess, but she does. She blames everyone for her hurt, even though she knows it will not heal her. The earth-bound sea begins to move. She glides through the waters toward the figure. Closer, and closer until she is a respectable distance away. Meira does not hear the words the stranger mouths to the sea, but she imagines it is a moment of stillness meant for just the two of them. Meira realizes as she peers at the stranger covered in bells that she does not want to be alone. She will do anything to forget the ache in her skin, in her bones. "Hello." A simple phrase pours from her lips. It drips awkwardly into the air like the saltwater drips from her skin.
Meira sighs as she finds her footing near the shore. She turns to peer back into the rolling waves that have grown quiet. The goodbyes they share are always bittersweet. So few understand what it means to love such an entity. An entity that has filled one's childhood with wonder and love. She turns as saltwater spills from her lashes. It drips from her mane in torrents. The seaweed remains woven in her hair, and she makes no move to correct it. For now, it will be a parting gift. One that might soothe the ache she feels when she is so far from home. Rich earthen tones greet her azure pools. The sound of bells floods her ears like the air in her lungs. She turns, turns until she can see them well. Draped across their frame in various places are bells and fire. They appear to be enjoying the sea themselves, a feeling she can relate to. Meira pauses as she studies the figure before her. She is suddenly aware of how very alone she is.
How little the sea has done to ease her ache. All that she began building seems to have disappeared from beneath her. The princess of Delumine departed without a goodbye to hunt old gods with her family. Meira knows she cannot blame the princess, but she does. She blames everyone for her hurt, even though she knows it will not heal her. The earth-bound sea begins to move. She glides through the waters toward the figure. Closer, and closer until she is a respectable distance away. Meira does not hear the words the stranger mouths to the sea, but she imagines it is a moment of stillness meant for just the two of them. Meira realizes as she peers at the stranger covered in bells that she does not want to be alone. She will do anything to forget the ache in her skin, in her bones. "Hello." A simple phrase pours from her lips. It drips awkwardly into the air like the saltwater drips from her skin.
