flowers will grow from my bones
The sparrow girl moves forward gracefully, humming to herself softly as she feels the hard ground and dried grasses of the endless fields give way to the softer sand of the ocean’s shore. Despite how she is still new here, how she has yet to find her place in this great dance, she has still managed to find belonging. She had adapted to her abrupt arrival here with grace, she had found her mama, and with that she has found a certain comfort that only comes with home.
Home.
So with that security blanket pulled tight around her shoulders, she finds herself wandering, exploring the farthest reaches of Novus she can get herself to. Today it was the rolling sea that called to her. Full of violence and passion, churning wildly and without cause, the ocean had always been something that intrigued the young wildflower. She has always wondered what rested beyond it, what people had claimed the land that began at the opposite shore, what untamed wilds and developed nations rested there, and with that, she often contemplated whether or not there was someone such as herself that stood at the banks of the waning and waxing tide with the same wondrous notions of the world that she held.
She moves right into the bubbling tide as it pulls sand and small shells back to the sea, watching the way the debris skitter about within the shallow sheath of water. She cuts her path to follow the shoreline, honey eyes cast over the dark sea, and then forward. There, far off, stands a beautiful creature. A smile pulls at her lips when she sees the stranger, coated in beautiful scales and decorated with flowers. She wonders if the sea called to him, too, wondered if he found solace in the rhythmic crashing of waves and the eerie cry of gulls.
“Hello,” she says as she gets within earshot. Her eyes drop to the creature that follows diligently beside the boy, and those golden pools grow warmer. “And to you, too!” She says to the cat, enamored with the small crown of blossoms that sits neatly upon her skull. Eyes up towards the boy, then cast back out to the sea, she sighs softly. “Beautiful, isn’t it? I’ve always wondered what rests on the other side.”
Home.
So with that security blanket pulled tight around her shoulders, she finds herself wandering, exploring the farthest reaches of Novus she can get herself to. Today it was the rolling sea that called to her. Full of violence and passion, churning wildly and without cause, the ocean had always been something that intrigued the young wildflower. She has always wondered what rested beyond it, what people had claimed the land that began at the opposite shore, what untamed wilds and developed nations rested there, and with that, she often contemplated whether or not there was someone such as herself that stood at the banks of the waning and waxing tide with the same wondrous notions of the world that she held.
She moves right into the bubbling tide as it pulls sand and small shells back to the sea, watching the way the debris skitter about within the shallow sheath of water. She cuts her path to follow the shoreline, honey eyes cast over the dark sea, and then forward. There, far off, stands a beautiful creature. A smile pulls at her lips when she sees the stranger, coated in beautiful scales and decorated with flowers. She wonders if the sea called to him, too, wondered if he found solace in the rhythmic crashing of waves and the eerie cry of gulls.
“Hello,” she says as she gets within earshot. Her eyes drop to the creature that follows diligently beside the boy, and those golden pools grow warmer. “And to you, too!” She says to the cat, enamored with the small crown of blossoms that sits neatly upon her skull. Eyes up towards the boy, then cast back out to the sea, she sighs softly. “Beautiful, isn’t it? I’ve always wondered what rests on the other side.”
@Jude
