Aurelia
maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity
perhaps wisdom is realizing how small I am, and unwise
perhaps wisdom is realizing how small I am, and unwise
Determination. Right. About that...
Aurelia wasn't sure what else to say in that moment, her brain fogging over with the anxiety that drilled a hole in her mind. She almost didn't understand it, herself; why she suddenly felt this way now of all times, and with Milo of all people.
Maybe it was the part where she was letting her guard down that scared her. Metaphorically speaking, Milo was the sandbar. Or maybe... she was the ocean that would swallow him whole.
Maybe she still couldn't quite shake the old patterns of an old world; to approach everything new with caution. Better safe than sorry, right?
But wasn't the whole point to be different now? To open herself up to this? Was her resolve really that weak?
Milo slowed down to be beside her, reminding her of the decision they'd made together. She relaxed and leaned into him, reaching up to grab the hand that rested around her shoulder and intertwine her fingers with his. "Okay..." She let out a soft breath, trusting that it would be fine. It might even be better than fine, if she let herself enjoy it.
A crooked smile formed as she met his tilted, honey-brown gaze, "but if we have to swim back, I don't think I can fight a ghost whale, so... I'm gonna have to feed you to 'em. Sorry, that's just how it is."
He pointed out that there was a place at the end, aside from the island that was already there. It drew her attention, that place at the other end of the sandbar. Her face lifted to take it all in as it appeared, the unnatural phenomenon manifesting before her, outcropped against the tide. For a moment, as the wind picked up, a kind of musical sound resonated toward them. Her brow furrowed at first, not quite understanding what she was seeing or hearing. Gradually, awe replaced the confusion and her mouth gaped, eyes widened.
They neared it and Aurelia slipped out from his arm to move ahead, looking at all the various shades and shapes of coral and seaglass as they melded. It all came together to form a sanctuary, beckoning her to take shelter from the sea, to let go, to give in.
"Milo. This is... wow. What is it?" One of her hands reached out to explore a part of the structure, to smooth over the glassy surface. Wonder drew her in. She turned back to him, eyeing him with a brighter gaze, pausing to fully appreciate the moment. To engrain this into her memories; the way he looked, the clothes he was wearing, the beautiful cathedral of the sea, the entire gesture and sentiment of it all. A smile softened the amazement that etched along her face.
Aurelia wasn't sure what else to say in that moment, her brain fogging over with the anxiety that drilled a hole in her mind. She almost didn't understand it, herself; why she suddenly felt this way now of all times, and with Milo of all people.
Maybe it was the part where she was letting her guard down that scared her. Metaphorically speaking, Milo was the sandbar. Or maybe... she was the ocean that would swallow him whole.
Maybe she still couldn't quite shake the old patterns of an old world; to approach everything new with caution. Better safe than sorry, right?
But wasn't the whole point to be different now? To open herself up to this? Was her resolve really that weak?
Milo slowed down to be beside her, reminding her of the decision they'd made together. She relaxed and leaned into him, reaching up to grab the hand that rested around her shoulder and intertwine her fingers with his. "Okay..." She let out a soft breath, trusting that it would be fine. It might even be better than fine, if she let herself enjoy it.
A crooked smile formed as she met his tilted, honey-brown gaze, "but if we have to swim back, I don't think I can fight a ghost whale, so... I'm gonna have to feed you to 'em. Sorry, that's just how it is."
He pointed out that there was a place at the end, aside from the island that was already there. It drew her attention, that place at the other end of the sandbar. Her face lifted to take it all in as it appeared, the unnatural phenomenon manifesting before her, outcropped against the tide. For a moment, as the wind picked up, a kind of musical sound resonated toward them. Her brow furrowed at first, not quite understanding what she was seeing or hearing. Gradually, awe replaced the confusion and her mouth gaped, eyes widened.
They neared it and Aurelia slipped out from his arm to move ahead, looking at all the various shades and shapes of coral and seaglass as they melded. It all came together to form a sanctuary, beckoning her to take shelter from the sea, to let go, to give in.
"Milo. This is... wow. What is it?" One of her hands reached out to explore a part of the structure, to smooth over the glassy surface. Wonder drew her in. She turned back to him, eyeing him with a brighter gaze, pausing to fully appreciate the moment. To engrain this into her memories; the way he looked, the clothes he was wearing, the beautiful cathedral of the sea, the entire gesture and sentiment of it all. A smile softened the amazement that etched along her face.
and how far I have yet to go
