"The setting sun through open windows, the honoring of every shadow,
A gratitude for all that follows, it's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold."
A gratitude for all that follows, it's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold."
The waves of the ocean crashed against the sand unendingly, mercilessly—a rhythmic soundtrack, a steady heartbeat, of all the world. The sun shone brightly from its position high in the sky, sparkling off the arcs of the waves and the individual grains of sand. It was a dazzling image to look upon, and nearly blinding at that. Jezanna welcomed the sun on her back however, reveling in the warmth that soaked into her coat and seeped into her bones. It reinvigorated her, the simpleness of standing beneath the sunshine and allowing it to wash over her as she watched the ebb and flow of the sea before her.
Although the young moon had always been quite adventurous, she now had a very good excuse to go wandering, not knowing the places of this world. She was pleased to know the nearness of the water, and was content to stand there and look out over it to the place where it touched the sky in the distance. Here it was harder to picture the world she had been forced to leave behind for though there had been a sea, she had only seen it from her perch in the sky. To stand here was to forget, for the moment, that she was unfamiliar. She knew so few and so little, and yet she yearned to learn more. Perhaps there was a place she could go, or someone she could seek out that would be able to teach her.
Jezanna stepped further onto the sands, allowing her tail to drag across its surface and the wind to whip her mane. When she reached the packed beach where the waves broke across it she stopped, letting the water wash up and over her hooves. The stretch here was not so large, but she could see further down more areas of sand in between the growth of trees. Though she did not know the names of these places she knew that they were beautiful regardless of whether or not they were what she was used to. It was her instinct to say they were not hers, but the truth is that they were now. Whatever happened, this was her home now. Perhaps it was better if she accepted it now.
She could not help but wonder, however, if she could ever come to love these lands like she had loved her own. Only time would tell, she supposed. With a deep breath Jezanna shook off thoughts of her world and took a few more steps forward, wanting to feel the waves against her legs. Every push and pull of the ocean dragged sand out from under her hooves, sinking her, slowly, further down. A smile played on her lips, the first since she had woken here, and her silver eyes danced in the light. This was a new sensation, and she intended to enjoy it, and to immerse herself in this beautiful early spring day. Her only wish was that she did not need to experience it alone, to share this simple joy with another.
@Israfel
