Bring me that Horizon

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies In the end, it was the harsh winds of Halo that drove her through the portal. The persistent coughs had been getting worse lately and Maea dreaded the impending moment where her seizing lungs would demand bedrest. Thinking that perhaps the sunny skies and salty breeze she'd heard Sunjata talk about might be better, she ventured into Torchline on her own. Wanting to get a feel for the place, see what it was all about. She was met with wide open skies. Sprawling towns under a glowing sun, teeming with people that spoke an odd dialect she had some trouble understanding. Endless beaches. And the ocean. It pulled her in, drew her down to it like a sweet song just beyond her ability to hear. The rush and sigh of rolling waves spoke a language she could almost understand. The response was in her blood, in her hands, in the thrumming magic that begged her to reach out for these new waters, to come and play. For the longest time the girl just stood there, staring. Feet slowly burying into the sand with each passing wave; she hardly noticed that it soaked through her skirts, plastering them to her legs up to the knee. It was beautiful.