[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 7:50 pm, in reply to "and it is time again for a thread!"
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[female][7 years][15.3hh][cremello]
[1/8 Andalusian x 1/8 Quarter Horse x 1/2 Mustang x 1/4 Spanish Arabian]
[brood: Rodreé, Esmandreé, Lockeé & Camilleé]
[Solira's jaegers-neophyte][scholar class-unranked]
Many long hours and several enlightening interruptions after her first steps within the realm of Solira Dazrah is once again trudging determinedly towards the water front. The count of local folk with whom she is now semi-acquainted has jumped quickly from none to eight in the span of her very first day. For the cremello lady, though surely an accomplishment, it is hardly out of the ordinary. She has always been careful to know everyone who shares her home at least a little bit. So far she remains in the dark about the political layout of this place though. She does not know the power structure, the history, what life is like in these parts or what is expected of those claiming residency in Solira. Unfortunately of the eight she has met only one is long established here and that one was not inclined to impart any information never mind give her history lessons. It will come in time though of that she is certain. For now the important thing is again ahead of her, the sea…the sea. The salt waters and sea breezes call her home, to a home far from the one she once knew and she can not turn away.
This is the closest I have been so far and the voices remain blessedly silent. I have more cause for hope than I have had in a very long time…not that hope has ever died in me. Silence was never something I coveted but this silence, this silence is different. Having uninvited voices in your mind is not a pleasant experience and there were times that I thought I had gone mad. Whatever the voices wanted, wherever they intended to take me it seems I have satisfied them at least for now. My mind, thoughts and emotions are my own again and more vivid recollections of my past unfold within my memory rebuilding faster with each hour of the silence. Every memory holds some connection, however small, to the sea and reinforces my love for it…my desire to be near it. Each step, each breath brings me nearer I will get there…I will.
Night has fallen and with the retreat of the half-light Dazrah’s eyes relax ever so slightly allowing her steps to become surer and her speed to increase ever so slightly. The caution and awareness does not decrease in fact it has increased ten fold since her crash encounter with Petra. She can do without that happening again one such embarrassment is quite enough. Her awareness of the surroundings is strong and active but this time her focus does not waiver. Onward and forward, straight ahead…the waves can be heard clearly crashing against the shore now, the salt in the air dampens any other smell. Now the bluff rises just before her and she climbs the gentle slope to the top. Its steep face rises above the sand and rock of the beach and from here she gazes out across the vastness of the sea spreading beneath an equally vast sky filled with glittering stars.
“Beautiful…”
She breaths that one word and then stands silently to take it all in almost, though not entirely, oblivious to the sounds of hooves approaching from behind.
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