It is. Beautiful doesn't seem like enough, though, not to really describe the sight before them. The ocean is inky in the pre-dawn darkness, a vast pool of blackness that might swallow them whole. I'd always imagined... but it's so much more.
Tilting her wings she begins to make wide circles down toward the ground, her keen eyes searching the silver sand, still not letting herself drift above the water. His suggestion that they catch a fish is met with silent but obvious displeasure, something of a telepathic snort. You always want to kill things, she semi-snaps, semi-laughs, shaking her heart-shaped face. I'm sure we can find something whose soul has already gone to Mort.
Tilting her wings she begins to make wide circles down toward the ground, her keen eyes searching the silver sand, still not letting herself drift above the water. His suggestion that they catch a fish is met with silent but obvious displeasure, something of a telepathic snort. You always want to kill things, she semi-snaps, semi-laughs, shaking her heart-shaped face. I'm sure we can find something whose soul has already gone to Mort.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
