Post by Miriel on Feb 9, 2010 21:18:37 GMT -5
Miriel wandered towards the ocean. She often did. She loved the ocean, loved how the waves lapped along the stones so softly, loved how the fresh salt air billowed and whipped around her face, loved how her hair streamed out behind her when she ran, loved how the sand felt beneath her feet. Those days were golden, she thought as she remembered her time on Illium fondly. Those days were golden. Today, I can do nothing but hope for a day of silver... but then... then they were days of gold.
She sighed softly, and turned her face to the open water, taking a deep breath of the cool air. She dug her feet into the sand, then pulled them out again, and watched the water rush into the little depressions that her tiny feet had left.
Miriel glanced around, making sure that no one was there. When she was quite sure of her privacy, she raced as fast as she could to the ocean, but stopped there with a small squeak of laughter, for the water was cold and she had not been expecting it.
The tide was going out as Miriel walked a little ways deeper into the water, smiling at the shells that lay, stranded, along the sand. "Hello there!" She smiled, and bent down to pick up a little starfish that was still quite alive. "You don't belong out here!" The Rider tossed the little creature out into the ocean. "There." She whispered, then turned away.
It was odd, actually. The more she listened, the more the waves started to sound like a rhythmic beat that made her tiny feet urge to dance. For a few seconds, Miriel resisted the urge. Then, almost gleefully, she did a little pirouette right on the sand.
Her bell-like laughter rang out across the beach as she moved from form to form, leaping and jumping across the rocks and sand. The more she danced, the more memories were brought back to her, and the more she danced. She had forgotten how much she loved the ocean.
Then, suddenly, she stopped. Her eyes narrowed, Miriel swept her gaze across the beach.
"Where are you?" Her clear voice echoed eerily as Miriel became ever more aware of another presence on the beach. "Come out!"
She sighed softly, and turned her face to the open water, taking a deep breath of the cool air. She dug her feet into the sand, then pulled them out again, and watched the water rush into the little depressions that her tiny feet had left.
Miriel glanced around, making sure that no one was there. When she was quite sure of her privacy, she raced as fast as she could to the ocean, but stopped there with a small squeak of laughter, for the water was cold and she had not been expecting it.
The tide was going out as Miriel walked a little ways deeper into the water, smiling at the shells that lay, stranded, along the sand. "Hello there!" She smiled, and bent down to pick up a little starfish that was still quite alive. "You don't belong out here!" The Rider tossed the little creature out into the ocean. "There." She whispered, then turned away.
It was odd, actually. The more she listened, the more the waves started to sound like a rhythmic beat that made her tiny feet urge to dance. For a few seconds, Miriel resisted the urge. Then, almost gleefully, she did a little pirouette right on the sand.
Her bell-like laughter rang out across the beach as she moved from form to form, leaping and jumping across the rocks and sand. The more she danced, the more memories were brought back to her, and the more she danced. She had forgotten how much she loved the ocean.
Then, suddenly, she stopped. Her eyes narrowed, Miriel swept her gaze across the beach.
"Where are you?" Her clear voice echoed eerily as Miriel became ever more aware of another presence on the beach. "Come out!"