Pihu
Pihu was indeed taken by surprise by the wave that crashed over her. Letting out a squawk worthy of her avian form, she sputtered and spit the salt from her mouth and brushed the damp hair out of her eyes. Standing up, she gathered strands of her hair and twisted them, trying to get rid of the water soaking it.
"What is yer definition of fair?" she called out to the ocean. Narrowing her eyes, she flapped her shirt against her skin as if that would dry it at all. "And what kinds of games do ye play?" She ran a hand down her face and flung droplets to the ground at her feet.
"What is yer definition of fair?" she called out to the ocean. Narrowing her eyes, she flapped her shirt against her skin as if that would dry it at all. "And what kinds of games do ye play?" She ran a hand down her face and flung droplets to the ground at her feet.
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
But I wish I could disappear
