I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Nodding encouragement as she noticed the nervous expression, Seren closed her fingers around Maeve's hand, warm and reassuring. "Good. It is only a step, and it's easy as breathing. Come." Blue eyes stayed locked with green as the starchild backed into the void, guiding her friend along.
Dazzling sun and azure waves gave way and on the other side of a heartbeat, night welcomed them with a cool embrace. There was still sand and sea and an endless horizon, but the sky was hung with stars now. Bright and close enough to touch, they blinked and gleamed, casting starlight shimmer upon a beach that was blinding in its whiteness. Each light reflected in a sea that was as dark as the heavens above, and whispered onto shore with a voice that could almost be understood.
Scattered here and there upon the beach lay stray items. A pair of boots, Stormbreak Dragoon issue. A curious white-washed tray inlaid with mirror mosaic, that may or may not have belonged to the Halenani. Stray pieces of clothing, and other unassorted brick brack nestled side by side with blue seashells in the sand. Untouched by the water - if it even was water - it could have looked messy, but only appeared curious. Like treasures washed up on a secret island.
Seren waited in silence for Maeve to look around in peace, expectant as the watched for a reaction.
Dazzling sun and azure waves gave way and on the other side of a heartbeat, night welcomed them with a cool embrace. There was still sand and sea and an endless horizon, but the sky was hung with stars now. Bright and close enough to touch, they blinked and gleamed, casting starlight shimmer upon a beach that was blinding in its whiteness. Each light reflected in a sea that was as dark as the heavens above, and whispered onto shore with a voice that could almost be understood.
Scattered here and there upon the beach lay stray items. A pair of boots, Stormbreak Dragoon issue. A curious white-washed tray inlaid with mirror mosaic, that may or may not have belonged to the Halenani. Stray pieces of clothing, and other unassorted brick brack nestled side by side with blue seashells in the sand. Untouched by the water - if it even was water - it could have looked messy, but only appeared curious. Like treasures washed up on a secret island.
Seren waited in silence for Maeve to look around in peace, expectant as the watched for a reaction.
Seren
