Solira: The Ocean: so i place these scales over my eyes; RHI

She had not met either king or queen. They both elude her, or vice versa. The only tie she has to the see was her mother and father. But with her father gone, now only a ghost in the wind mother. But she loves her, as any child could. And she knows in some way she shows it in return. Its just different from all the rest.

She is young, and tender, the black and white childs build is more like her mothers, more leg, more length, slender. But don’t let it fool even you. She is a touch cookie to say the least, strong and sturdy. Her mind a brilliant place of earthen touches and shallow wakes. All eager for learning and knowledge of what her birth-home hold, and beyond this, more everlasting curiousness. She was not born for one sole purpose, but her tender heart shows she couldn’t steal or fight. She is a loving creature. But isn’t most youth the same way?

But she stands there, alone in her fathers spot, gazing into the distance. Her earth told her that someone was close, that there was something living, although beyond that it couldn’t describe. Vines and blossoms bloom through her mane and tail weaving but never tangling. One delicate daisy placed behind her ear the painted child eventually turns her head, but never her body to look behind her. There stood another girl, a smile crosses her face, but it is false. She tries to keep her outlook bright but in the end, it is all but a failure. The loving girl was alone in a world she knew so well.

The oceans alone were not enough to keep her satisfied.

She moves to her, willingly. Her features holding that same pleasant tender look as she lingers closer to her. “Hello Rhi.“ She says in the girlish voice like doves when tey depart, so soft. “Im Epos, but just Epos, its to short for nicknames.“ she chuckles lightly, it is breathy and obsorbent. Her eyes follow Rhi’s as they gaze out past the ridge to the waters most come to love. She sighs softly. “It is, I’ll have to agree with that.“ She was born here, and ever night before the sunsets she catches its beauty. And if she is lucky enough to wake up on a spring morning..

Well, you get the picture.

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