01-30-2018, 01:22 PM
Her child´s eyes are impatient in their waiting; they study every shadow and every echo in Wound´s and Enniska´s eyes, and long for the reflections she sees there. As Wound agrees to take them to her home, and Enniska agrees to follow a desire is set free somewhere within her and the ocean depths of her gaze are momentarily flooded with unbridled joy. How their company soften her young face! She is dreamlit and starsky and when her companions set off into the darkness, so she follows without hesitation.
Her footfalls are light, and she floats wraith-like after Enniska and Wound, her steps made silent by the others bolder strides. It has been a long, long while since the soil fueled her with electricity, and her excitement is only containable by the fact that the smell of sea strengthens the closer they get to Tephra – step for step she matches Enniska and Wound until they are but a glimpse of dawndust and morning, Saedís their shadow. How long had it been since the girl had tasted seasalt; how long since the ocean breeze sighed along her neck? As they move closer her memories grow stronger, for she can smell the sea now, and her hunger for it is unstoppable. When they breech the other side of the canal, and when Wounds gait begins to slow, her desire consumes her so much that she calls out for them to stop, and so Saedís does in turn, with the feel of sand-grass beneath her feet.
”Wound!” She is breathless, both from their journey and from the sight of it; she can say no more for the water has drowned her vision. Her frame is an arch of moonlight as she sings her praises to the sky; she plunges earthward again and the ground below her surges, and she is reunited with her greatest love. Bird and bear and hare and fish, bring my love his greatest wish! And the ocean answers her, It is you!
But she has not forgotten her newfound friends, and so she returns to them, dancing, with the surf on her back. ”This is the ocean” Saedís chimes in response to Enniskas question, desperately hoping that her friend will come to love it as much as she does. ”I never knew Beqanna had one.”
”Thank you, for bringing us here” she says to Wound. A sweet tribute of her gratitude, match with the starlit glow of her eyes; but there is something more there, the mischief of a child. Saedís breathes her thankfulness along the shoulder of Wound and then dares to place the gentlest of butterfly kisses there, the nip from shy teeth. Then she smiles at the both of them again as she turns, kicking up the sand as she bolts down the beach; sea-goddess playing in the surf.