[AW] Does the Moon Know Your Name, Too?

[Ki'irha]

Ki'irha The tide crashed upon the shore. Rhythmic and calming, the rolling waves called to her. Ki’irha stood upon the sandy beach, watching the Terminus Sea wave lazily at her beneath the full moon. The small waves lapping past where the water broke upon the shore were tipped in silver light, and she watched with her own stormy gaze the sea which seemed to stretch on forever. The briny breeze coated her with the delicate scent of salt, and as she breathed in the ocean air, she felt a certain sense of relief that only came from those drawn to the sea. Like the ocean’s tide, the midnight woman felt herself called by the moon. Before, she found herself captivated by the mountains; but now, with no snow-capped peaks in sight, she found herself longing for the ocean. She had arrived near here, some short time ago. And more than that, she wondered if this was the same endless blue she had looked upon at home. Eyes looked up towards the star-strewn heavens, and she traced the galaxies dancing across the inky blue. If there was one thing consistent about her across the worlds she had been in, it was the fact that she felt at home beneath this sky. Her mother had told her that the summer night sky stained her coat on the day she was born; that star fire had burned the sky’s mirror image upon her back, that it had coated her ankles so she would always dance upon moonlight. It was a fun story, as a child, but even as she had grown, she always somehow felt less lonely beneath the constellations. A chattering, a sweet twee-wee-wee, and her sculpted face turned to look at what her ears had already found. Small sandpipers chased the ebbing tide, their long beaks looking for small morsels tucked beneath the bubbling sand. She watched, a delicate smile painted upon her features, as one of the small birds pried open the smallest shell, pecking away the meat, before heading back into the foam in search for more. The wolf within her, the bristling creature holding up her guards since she had first arrived here, seemed to recede, and she appeared visibly relaxed. A sigh escaped her, and as she watched the birds, she allowed the ocean’s breeze to wash away her hardened facade, and left her as she was always meant to be- A child of the night.