↞ Meira ↠
Far from Delumine she is. Through fields of blooming tulips, upon the stalks of flora in the process of shedding the memories of winter. It is a wonder she chose to start her life over in the court of Dawn, because in so many ways it suffocates her. The fires from the previous nights burn inside her, their memory has caused her sea to shrink in response. There is an uncertain, dark beach somewhere near her abyss. It is so dark, so dark. Meira feels the exhaustion in her bones, she feels every curve in them. The exhaustion sits in her ribs, and pulls her lungs down, down into the abyss. Her eyes too ache, from days spent staring into a figurative sun. The earth-bound sea moves, and moves and moves because she knows if she stops, then she might never start again. There is a tower in the distance, it crawls upwards into the heavens. As if it belongs in the sky with the gods she loves so much. The sky was made for Solis, of that she was sure. Meira wonders how it is that the sea can love the sun so much more than the moon. Caligo has never loved her with the same intensity that Solis has. Caligo is not a warrior, not until it matters. Meira pauses as she watches the bodies slowly collect as dusk begins to fall. They create an entity of their own, and this only further convinces her that everything is made up of various seas.
She stares at them from the sidelines. The laughter of children fills the streets of Terrastella. The dull hum of voices swells as those done with their day move to enjoy the festivities. From one festival to another. Another surely filled with as many mages as the Fire Festival held between Delumine and Denocte. Meira resents the idea that the Dawn loves the Night. Nothing should love the night with such passion, for it will lead to a wildfire that will burn everything in its wake. The night cannot love anyone. Or perhaps it is only him who cannot love anyone, and he is simply an extension of night. A phantom limb that does not belong to Caligo. Meira's features remain quiet, quiet enough so that she does not scare anyone away. The suffocating smoke from the bonfires clings to her, it is a cloying stench. It invades every inch of her frame, masking the brine of the sea. Meira sighs softly, as she thinks of the words the man said to her the night before. That she is good at running. Though she agrees, she wonders if that will always be the case. A gentle breeze begins to blow, blow the smoke from her skin. It carries the scent of the Terminus sea mixed with the kisses of tulips.
For a moment she closes her eyes to enjoy the feeling. The sea inviting her to come home. It is tempting, so tempting. She opens her eyes again to spot another creeping closer to her. Meira adjusts her gaze so that she can better see the one who is approaching her, or at the very least heading in her direction.
@Saphira
I hope this is alright <3
She stares at them from the sidelines. The laughter of children fills the streets of Terrastella. The dull hum of voices swells as those done with their day move to enjoy the festivities. From one festival to another. Another surely filled with as many mages as the Fire Festival held between Delumine and Denocte. Meira resents the idea that the Dawn loves the Night. Nothing should love the night with such passion, for it will lead to a wildfire that will burn everything in its wake. The night cannot love anyone. Or perhaps it is only him who cannot love anyone, and he is simply an extension of night. A phantom limb that does not belong to Caligo. Meira's features remain quiet, quiet enough so that she does not scare anyone away. The suffocating smoke from the bonfires clings to her, it is a cloying stench. It invades every inch of her frame, masking the brine of the sea. Meira sighs softly, as she thinks of the words the man said to her the night before. That she is good at running. Though she agrees, she wonders if that will always be the case. A gentle breeze begins to blow, blow the smoke from her skin. It carries the scent of the Terminus sea mixed with the kisses of tulips.
For a moment she closes her eyes to enjoy the feeling. The sea inviting her to come home. It is tempting, so tempting. She opens her eyes again to spot another creeping closer to her. Meira adjusts her gaze so that she can better see the one who is approaching her, or at the very least heading in her direction.
@Saphira
I hope this is alright <3
