Solira: The Ocean: you pale skin is a razor sharp wire; ROWAN

So young, and so brave.

The child wades through the shallows, almost dancing. Her feet prancing high as splashes flay over her back. The painted one laughs and giggles, throwing her weight in every direction. The waters are cool in the heat of the day. Shimmering blue white in the distance. For a moment she stops, stops and looks out into its vastness.

She would of smiled, but the emptiness overwhelms her. The child retires from her play and wades to the shore, soggy and wet. The sand clutches her feet caking them. Her Earth so new to her so forgein yet so part of her. It stretches as cherry blossoms sprout through her mane. She keeps herself occupied, somehow, someway.

Her father was gone, and the thought of it did not set in completely. Often times she ventured to his ridge above the rocks and water as they crashed upon it. She went there because she missed him and his kitty-cat that she often played with. She see’s her mother, not often enough. And today she is determined to find her wandering ghost mother Rowan. She has yet to meet her half sister, or the story behind her, so as far as she knows she is alone. Micah had mentioned something about her when she left, but she had been younger, more confused, and he sent her off which Nimir-raj so he didn’t have to see him leave.

But eventually the cat too left her, alone in the meadow by the see.

She wanders for now, chasing gulls upon the shores. Her earth that she loved so much trying to ensnare them when they landed. But her vines were not fast enough.

But it is more so her earth that calls to her mother, her familiar feel, her essence as it reaches out to touch hers, almost yearning for it.

you pale skin is a razor sharp wire;
so i place these scales over my eyes;