i've got some damn bad intentions - walter

[Djinni]

This is the last time she will go out to look.

She wonders how often she can lie to herself before she stops believing. At least one more time, every time. She has not stopped yet; she does not quite seem able.

The brine of the sea has begun to soak into her skin, staking its claim on her even if she seems unable to do the same. There is something about the sea - the sand, the dolphins as grey as the water - that keeps her coming back, time and time again.

Is that enough to make someplace a home?
The returning, even when there are other things that call to her?
Is the constant coming back enough for her to call herself loyal?

No.
No, she says to herself, and knows that it is mostly a lie.

If it were, then she has a home. If it were, she has had a home for years, for decades. If it were, her home is a horse and not a land, a familiar yellow face that she keeps coming back to despite the allure of the world away.

This is the last time she will go out to look for him.

@[Walter]

(ooc: did i write a post with absolutely no physical description at all? yes, yes i did. hashtag no shame)