“Oh the Ocean is definitely always trying to kill you,” Lily jests darkly. “Something that big, that deep, that… dangerous? From land it’s pretty but there’s monsters and stuff out there.” Remember friends, 18th century Lily, doesn’t know a lot about the realities of the ocean. It’s all just a big empty space with drawings of beasts and Here be Monsters still written on it. But her hometown is a port town and she knows the docks, the ships, the sailors and the smells. She knows the people who don’t come back - even experienced seamen - and the women who mourn for them.
And yet, on a clear day, with a fresh breeze and the gulls crying and the clanging of the harbor bell, you can somehow forget all of that. It becomes beautiful… even with the reek of humanity and dead fish.
Smiling at his compliment, she mock rolls her eyes and continues her task, finishing up the glass and taking a broom to the much clearer floor.“I was thinking of asking them, actually. Shapechangers are the things of myth at home… I think I’d like very much to become something that could be in a fairytale.” It’s almost as if beauty isn’t enough, as if this form she wears and the things she does isn’t enough (nevermind that she probably won’t change her path, even as an Attuned). Lily has to be more.
And yet, on a clear day, with a fresh breeze and the gulls crying and the clanging of the harbor bell, you can somehow forget all of that. It becomes beautiful… even with the reek of humanity and dead fish.
Smiling at his compliment, she mock rolls her eyes and continues her task, finishing up the glass and taking a broom to the much clearer floor.“I was thinking of asking them, actually. Shapechangers are the things of myth at home… I think I’d like very much to become something that could be in a fairytale.” It’s almost as if beauty isn’t enough, as if this form she wears and the things she does isn’t enough (nevermind that she probably won’t change her path, even as an Attuned). Lily has to be more.
